The only thing I've mastered in the years that I've been alive, is how to be me. And tomorrow when I wake up, I will fail again at the task. This blog is dedicated to learning me. Not just the blackest berry because of my complexion, but in the plight of the blackest sheep, I'm the misunderstood... the awkward child, the one who stands alone. This is a tribute to learning me. To pressing my ear against a belly pregnant with purpose, to love and hate, to God and the thought of His perfection. This blog is a tribute to the sweetest juice... nectar that drips from two soft lips, that fill swollen nipples, that grace blackened skin and understands femininity when it doesn't understand itsself. It's to the thought of changing your mind about changing your mind; to how many times this blog has changed faces and learned itself too. =) This blog is dedicated to the poet in me....
