In Honor Of 19-year-old Simone Biles Being Named Woman Of The Year By ESPN. 

I dream about being a mom more then anything else

I’ve dreamed about my family more then my career my house, my card, the dog.

I’ve dreamed of copious amounts of children

And excited that I was their mom

All just bursting with excitement when I hugs them kissed them

I want to be the one they run to when they cry

I want to tell them it’s okay to cry and understand how to make it better

I want to be the one they call mom

I want to be their provider

Their confidant

I want years down the road for them to call and apologize for yelling me when they were 13 because now they see that I’m right

I want to create children who know how to love

Who love themselves

Who can feel so empowered to change the world.

I want to be a mother to change

I want to be a mother to droppings of love

I want to kiss baby toes

I want to cry at evey graduation and wedding

I want to cheer them on at games

And edit papers

I want to be a mother so bad

But who am I now

And who will I be for them to be proud of

Who will I be before I can be in a position to be a mother

And who’s the father???

Who’s dad because he’s just as important in this scenario

But back to the point

I want to be a mom more then anything

Can’t tell me this ain’t love

Anaïs.

“Dark skinned and I’m stuck up (yup)”  

It malfunctioned

Afro Punk 2018

by aagdolla

Joseph Acquaye

Model: Alfreda Amponsah New York Photographed by Me

The Energry Shift from top of the day To the bottom

Beach Bod

Beach babe

Ocean breeze

Met with

Ocean waves

The vibrance

The color

The melanin

The color

The expectation

The warped reality

What a trip this was

What a trip I wanted it to be

The sun can fuel your spirit

It can melt away The negativity of your mind

It can do so much if you let it

It also allows you to hide yourself behind the shade or your hands

To escape into hats, mask, and shadows

Tears can fall as you shiver under the breeze of the beach

You have to give to receive

I tried to recieve the light

Without letting go

I asked the sun to wash away my strife

And it required me to offer it up

But instead i received more

I added to my pile of dismay

And let it cook under the pressure of the heat

I clutched onto my layers of aggravation

And added heat

A photo

An image

An idea

An ideal

But a memory

The story behind it

Behind the editing

Behind the “candidacy”

The memory will last

And the longer I ponder on it

The less I’ll remember

The more I recall

The less I’ll get right

So this photo stands

But who knows where this trip will fall