my expectations

love me like i want,

love me like i think

i deserve,

exceed my expectations,

blow my mind,

fulfill my desires,

bring me KC BBQ

for dinner,

and breakfast,

send me to foreign


to explore other women,

write poetry,

but not better than me,

be independent,

but need me,

obey but disobey,

sleep with better looking men

and always,


always get yours,

but most importantly,

put yourself first,

and if you do all of

these things,

i promise

i won’t dump you

until i get bored.


Writing your NYR’s for You

my New Year’s resolution

is to give you some


don’t give a fuck about

another’s opinion,

love your decisions;

stop trying to please

other people,

love yourself first;

feel what you feel

and love it;

love who you love

and love them;

live your life for you

and love it;

all that stress

you think you have

doesn’t really exist,

let it go;

remember that

someone else always

has it worse than you,

love your problems;

stop wishing for a

better New Year,

love your experiences;

those negative

people in your life,

let them go,

love your existence;

embrace your uniqueness,

you’re different,

love it;

and for all the

mutha fuckin’ haters

in life,

go fuck yourself,

love the motivation

you provide

for others.


street vendor love

i’m just gonna stare

at you like a

street vendor selling

boiled peanuts,

mango slices,

folded hand fans,

lucky wristbands,

and poisonous cobra glands,

as you keep waving me off

but i’ll just keep standing


dead stare,

look of


as if my life

and next meal

depends on

you buying my product

but instead of a purchase,


going out with me

that i really want…

and need.  


loving myself

Once I figured out

how to love myself,

I no longer needed

any. of. you.

Problem is now,

I’m alone


until I can find someone

to love me more than

I do,

I’ll be sharing my stories

with you


only you.

My. One.

My. Only.

My mirror.