There is a sensitive part of your soul that’s impeccably beautiful but fragile and the only thing that can tamper with it are the people who you love the most. I’m sad to say that I have been tampered with in the most disappointing way. It’s deeper than worldly things. It’s deeper than blood. It’s
I used to think an Africans disdain for African-Americans were solely based on our socio-economic condition in a place of dreams—until I went to college. It was freshman year and a few of us African Americans walked into the African Student Alliance meeting and were met with a stare. It was a stare of what
“I’m tired of doing the impossible for the ungrateful.” –Roman J. Israel, Esq. The Activist we imagine are the ones in the stars. The ones that have made a major name for themselves. They empower us with their speeches and lead thousands or even millions of people to focus on a particular social injustice.
If the situation drove you to clarity–consider your experience a divine blessing. It was exactly what you needed to bridge you perfectly on the journey of your true hearts desires. Clarity is exactly what you want. Clarity is exactly what you need. Free yourself from the dead-end feelings of regret. The only way you could
I’ve been busy. I am a few months from completing my second degree. I work full-time and still working towards the completion of my second book. I have to maintain my exercise regimen and still meet the GPA requirements to get accepted into Pharmacy School. I have a lot to achieve as we all do.
I finished my first book at the age of 19. I then confidently released it at the age of 24. I was completely obsessed with perfection. I re-read my novel more times than I can remember. I changed the cover. I paid an editor. Then once the editor was done I read the book a
What do our Grandparents want for us? I asked myself with the passing of my grandmother last week. I call her Grandma Smith. She is the first grandparent that has passed in my life. I was blessed enough to have an extended family with six living grandparents. So this one is a first for me
You can’t tell me anything. And if you tell me something that I absolutely do not like; beware. I’ll overtly analyze and defend all that I have. So, you really can’t tell me anything. I’m just too defensive. I will assume the worst and lose the best of me; the kind me, the understanding me,
Trust. How is that possible? To believe that someone is who they appear to be, who they claim to be, and who I feel they are. I’ve been disappointed. I looked another human being in their face and did not believe they could disappoint me. How do we trust when we are all human and
The way I talk is better than the way you talk. The way my environment has molded me to speak is simply better than the way your environment has molded you to speak. Yes, we are all equal and our differences make us beautiful. And that’s all really nice. But you have to talk like
JAZZMIN S. SMITH 