i’ve been. broken open.

play this softly while you read my blog, for its full effect. religion isn’t my thing anymore, i can only do relationship. theology isn’t my thing anymore, i can only do experience. it wasn’t a conscious decision i made, but the foundation of my religion inevitably crumbled because its foundation was faulty and i had no choice but to walk towards what my soul was craving; something authentic, raw, messy and real. when i walked…
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forgiveness and love:

forgiveness is my ability to realize that we are all equals and that i have committed the same misguided choices– mistakes, as others have. if i am unable to see myself in the flaws of someone else, it is my own suffering that is blocking my vision. when i forgive, i say: “have i made that mistake before?” “yes” “and am i still a good person?” “yes” when it is hard for me to envision…
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words of a woman

words of a woman is my mini-documentary series about women, inspired by boombox in the sky, my debut book of poetry and prose that you can purchase at my books tab. it was filmed by my girl samantha menses and directed and edited by myself. boombox in the sky is a book of poetry purposed to humanize the complicated parts of ourselves, speak beauty love and truth to the wounded parts of ourselves and to inspire…
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word to the wise two-point-oh

hey whats up hello! oh my sweet baby jesus it has been so long since i have written to you, but girl we got a makeover check out the new place! you’ll notice that there is a new books tab. its there because i wrote a book… i moved to LA exactly six months ago this month and out of that jump came boombox in the sky; my debut book of poetry and prose. it…
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who do you think you are?

A few months ago I set some personal goals and decided that singing at open mic’s was going to be something I wanted to do regularly. I googled ‘local open mic’ and found one that was up the street from my apartment every Monday. Monday approached and I decided to check it out first before singing. Upon my arrival I noticed that the coffee shop was occupied by mostly hipsters: women with bald heads, men…
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on cultural appropriation and self-love

Last Thursday night I drove to LA to take a couple of dance classes. On my way to class I was walking up Hollywood Boulevard when I crossed paths with two Asian girls who had Senegalese Twists in their hair. Like, with synthetic kinky hair and shells adorning them. I had never seen this in my life; non-black non-celebrity individuals wearing a very Black hairstyle–with kinky hair at that. After witnessing this I experienced negative…
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on self-care

Last May 2015 I decided to be single for a while. I had just gotten out of a relationship that was on and off for three years and going nowhere fast at extreme speeds. It wasn’t my first dance with romantic love. Prior to this relationship I was in a 1.5 year long relationship with my first love that came to a mutually confusing and painful ending. After my second relationship ended for the trillionth…
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on turning twenty-six

I have never had to consider how I felt about aging until recently as my 26th birthday approaches. Turning 25 was a bit nerve wrecking but I didn’t have to come to terms with it in the same way that I have 26. As of October 24th this year, I will be in my late twenties. It started to hit me in July and the realization has not left me since. I had mixed feelings…
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unfair loss

I’m at the Association of African American Museums conference observing a panel titled, ‘from Interpretation to Inspiration’ and an older Caucasian gentleman in his late 50’s begins the panel. He is seated next to two Black-American women. The Black American woman to his left is seated next to Black American male and the Black American woman to his right is seated next to a caucasian male. All that separates the audience from the panel, is…
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Race Relations

It took violence To bring about change How can we know what our ailments are Without learning of them from trauma? How can we SEE ourselves without being reminded by disappointment? Is there another way? Is there another way? No Bumping into things Salt in our wounds Is the only indication of What direction we should go It is our only compass to where Our wholeness lies _ Amber B