Wednesday, May 15, 2019


All my life I wanted to be a motivational speaker.
Ha, I'm lying.
I probably just wanted to be a lion
....or a shark or something of the sorts.
Something bent on pride and protecting.
Something to inspire the countless minds.
Motivational speaking isn't for me.
I'm not nice as can be.
I pull and push and drag until you see what I see in you.
Until you complete the puzzle with me.
I love the flow.
I see how things go.
Take my hand, I'll show you the way.
I see the pieces that are missing here.
Look, there's on over there.
Way over there through the darkest abyss.
The space way away from this ignorant bliss.
No more porcelain faces and painted on smiles.
Time to go deep.
Things will be dark for a while.
But it's ok, I'll be here.
Ready to push and pull through the moments you can't bear.
See, squint with your eyes. Tilt your head a little.
That glistening there. That's the last piece that you need not fear.
Let's go, come on.
Don't make me pull you along.
Just jump over this canyon to get to your piece.
Just one little jump and you'll be complete.
No, don't run.
Don't be scared that you'll fall.
This canyon is only as big as you make it.
Take the leap of faith. I know you can take it.
Please, jump with me.
You see these scars. I fell in my own canyon.
I made it wider than the Pacific because I wasn't thinking.
I didn't believe I could do what I'm asking you to do. I fell and fell thru the depths of hell.
The second time I jumped, it was shrouded in darkness. I kept my eyes open to see the other side.
The closer it got, the higher I'd fly.
I made it across just to get my last piece.
I made it.
I made it and you can too.
One more time, eyes wide open. Ill do it with you.
See, there you go.
You're soaring through the air.
I know I said I'd come but I can't go there.
This isn't my journey, dear.
Look at you. You did it all on your own.
Believed in yourself, with nothing to fear.
The canyon was actually an anthill right here.
You've got your last piece but now that you've found it.
You see what I've seen, you're already complete without it.
Sure, I'll hold your hand and sit here for a while.
We made it.
We made it.
Across canyons wide.
A smile on my face, maybe motivation does live within.

Sunday, May 12, 2019

Who's a mother?!

Today is such a special day. The creators of this world get recognized.....but it sparks so much controversy. Why does the definition have to be so limited when ALL women have the same nurturing abilities?! Some use them more than others, of course, but all are capable. It doesn't matter if you pushed out a child. As long as your nurturing spirit is alive, thriving, and inspiring, then this day is for you. Thank you to all the adoptive mothers, foster mothers, pet mothers, the aunts who act like mamas, the stepmothers, the Godmothers, the grandmothers, and the mothers who birth the children. You ALL are AMAZING!! That loss of sleep, the worrying, the countless prayers over the life of your baby, the hopes that your baby lives the longest happiest and healthiest life possible do not skip ANY mother. I appreciate you all. Keep up the good work. Keep nurturing. The world needs you. ❤

Thursday, May 9, 2019

Truth Telling Thursday-Body Shaming

Because body shaming is soo real......&& most of the time we're the ones shaming ourselves.
Allow me to pick at myself a little bit....just a little bit. Like this muchπŸ‘ŒπŸΎ I spent way too much of my life thinking that something was wrong with me and I know I'm not the only one. I thought I'd share for all those that think they're alone.
Well, I questioned myself, && my creator, quite often about why I was made this way. My boobs don't really stop growing, even before my two pregnancies. I have no hips ((which used to be #hipdips before I started working out)). I'm 5'2 with a flat size 8 foot that grew to size 9 after I had my son. In the wrong shoe, my foot looks as long as Sideshow Bob's πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚. From the front my thighs give a silhouette that makes it seem like I'm gonna have a big πŸ‘....but it ain't back there && I am more than okay with that.
The love I have for myself has come from a longggggg journey that started in my teens. Throughout my teenage years I thought my head looked extra big on my skinny body, 114 lb body. I had no boobs and no butt so I dressed kinda tomboyish. I didnt see the point in dressing up when my body wasn't developing into anything anyways.🀨🀨 Enter my early 20s. I wasted those years wondering why all of the "wonderful" men I dated cheated on me with women that looked nothing like me. At this point, I had boobs and hipdips. No ass. Of course, I used some of my time during those years to mold myself in the gym determined to look like someone else.....anyone else. Any other shape I could get my body to be because the way I looked obviously wasn't working for my EX-boyfriends 😫😫😫 Along came✌🏾 pregnancies, between 20 and 30lbs of weight gain, and the saggiest stomach I've ever seen in my life. Most of my late 20s consisted of me pulling at my stomach. Poking and prodding myself as I thought about the fact that at 5'2 and 40 weeks and 4 days pregnant, I weighed 192lbs. 2 weeks post partum I weighed 170 but I still looked ((and felt)) 6 months pregnant. My new "mom bod" must have been the Ford Model T version. Where was the snap back?! Where was the flat stomach ((that I NEVER had to begin with))?! Where was the body that breastfeeding was supposed to help me get?! πŸ˜–πŸ˜–πŸ˜­πŸ˜­ My tv and social media were flooded with all these moms with 6 packs who drink flat tummy teas and go to the gym 10 days a week......that was all good and well.....for them but that wasn't my situation. I didn't have gym time. I barely even had 🚽Time or 😴time or just "me" time 🀬🀬🀬 what was wrong with me?! Why wasn't my body looking right?! Why didn't my dresses fit right?! Why are my shoulders so broad?! Was I supposed to be a linebacker ((I'm not even sure if they have broad shoulders, they're just the only position Ik other than a quarterback.....oh, ik defensive lineman too #GoMe))?! Either way, I had a problem πŸ˜”πŸ˜”πŸ˜’πŸ˜’ It took me way longer than I care to admit that I was MY problem. There has never been anything wrong with how I look. I looked good. I always had. needed to see that I was made THIS way ON PURPOSE!!! I AM GOOD ENOUGH! I AM BEAUTIFUL ENOUGH! MY BODY IS THE BEST BODY FOR ME TO BE ME!!.....&& my "mom bod" was an upgrade. Best shape my body has EVER beenπŸ‘πŸΎπŸ‘πŸΎπŸ‘πŸΎ s/b I had to throw in a pic of me NOT sucking my stomach in πŸ˜‚πŸ€£πŸ˜‚πŸ€·πŸΎ‍♀️πŸ₯°πŸ₯° Accepting myself led to bettering myself, inside && out!! #thatsme #YouareYOU #ThatisyourPOWER #Onlyyouintheworld #stopbodyshaming #selfloveEVERYday #Selflovematters #Truthtellingthursdays #shockwave #interstellar #Amazonbooks #availableonAmazon #blackmomsblog #blackwomen

Monday, May 6, 2019

Motivation Monday

Because the road to a better you, may be one that you go alone.
&& that's ok. The road you take is also okay too. It's your journey. Whichever you road you pick, just make sure it's the best one for you. The best way to do that is to be in tune with yourself. Know what you like, want, && need from an individual perspective. Not from a mom, significant other, work, or any other standpoint. Just you as you. What works for you?! You have to be selfish in the most selfless way.
That sounds crazy right? Like what does that even mean?! Selfish && selfless cannot coexist, right?! πŸ€”πŸ€”πŸ€” oh, they most definitely can. For example, if you need to eat, you need to eat. Take that moment to take care of yourself. To love yourself and nourish your body, even if that means stepping away from that big project at work for a few or arranging a moment for mommy to have ALONE. You need those selfish moments so you can selflessly throw yourself into what you've been doing. After your selfish moment, it's ok to go back to the project with fresh eyes and a renewed mind or to just sit down with the kiddos or whatever selfless, strong woman wave you were on before your moment. Ik it's easier said than done but it literally only takes a moment. A moment turns into a routine. Routines turn into habits. Habits are life changing.
When you're making all these changes, striving to be better, and progressing, the journey gets a little lonely. Don't lose faith or falter when ppl you know fall away. Don't be discouraged when the support doesn't come like it used to. Many times a fresh start is necessary. New people. New places. New things. All to suit your new habits. To shape your dreams. 😍😍😍 You got this, sis. I love you!!πŸ’“πŸ’“

Friday, May 3, 2019

Feature Friday!!!

Yessssssss, It's Feature Friday and I figured I'd start with MYSELF!!! Believing in yourself and self promotion is an important part of self-love. If I don't believe in my abilities, how can I expect you to?!
My book "Shockwave" tells the story of Joy. Joy's just a young woman trying to rebuild her life after heartbreak, heartache, and disaster. She thought things were over between her and Thomas when she got tired of his dog ways but Joy got the shock of her life when she got pregnant.....after a miscarriage. Now living life as a single mother, Joy struggles to find herself while learning to love and trust's my story and the story of many women. All the things we got through but no one EVER talks about. You're NOT ALONE!! I've been through it too && if I haven't, I'm sure ik someone who has. #Letstalkaboutit #readaboutit #writeaboutit
Dont forget to check out my next book. "Interstellar" dropping July 2019. We've heard Joy's side of the story......what does Lisa have to say about everything? πŸ€”πŸ€”πŸ€”

Wednesday, May 1, 2019

Black Woman, you are WONDERFUL!

So I know I've strayed away from the poetry but my words still hold the same weight.
My passion is still the same.
My feelings are still invested.
Today, I just want to say that the Black Woman is EVERYTHING!!
Sister, you are the Sun. The Moon. The Earth.
You are the end and the beginning.
You bring life and love to this world no matter how much this world tries to tear you down.
Do NOT forget yourself, sister. I will always be here to help you adjust your crown. You do not have to look for yourself in the movies, songs, or social media.
The gross under-representation of the Black Woman in all her glory, and all her shades, shows that this world still does not appreciate us.
Sister, I need you to look for you in the mirror.
See you.
See your beauty.
See your love.
See your worth.
You are worth it.
And every day that the sun rises.
So remember to LOVE YOU! I know I do!!

T&E Thursday part πŸ’¬

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