America’s Cookies

I cram more
than I can chew.

With each bite,
I see that little
girl I once was.

A brown vest adorned
with many patches
and a troop number.

I sold America’s
precious cookies.

I learned how to
survive the wilderness.

I spent precious time
with my mother as
I gained my skills.

The cookies now

That sweet little
girl rests within
’til next year.

Every year I am so excited to buy some Girl Scout Cookies because of the wonderful memories I made. I spent time with my mother. I learned a variety of skills that laid the foundation of my life.

8,402 days later

She was made in ’94
giving the world
a run for its money.

With each challenge
she gained fuel,
to shine brighter.

For 22 years she’s
learned about the world
below her feet.

She strives to leave
her legacy each day,
giving her wordsto the world.

She now turns 23,
gaining her master’s degree,
writing sweet poems,
and finding her center.

Happy Birthday to me!


If you heard my story,
you’re jaw would drop.

I tell my past not
for pitty nor for

I share the triumphs
to help inspire.

My age might be young,
but my wisdom is
older than an oak tree.

You may shed a tear,
or smile wide
because I’ve succeeded.

My story isn’t finished yet,
I’ve got a world to explore,
and meet many more people.

I need you to smile,
keep your head up,
and remember
the sun is always shining.


This is the moment,
I’d remember for
the rest of my life.

I breathe deep,
stare just a little longer
at the beautiful scene.

I withhold a napkin
to wipe my tears later.

I take a pillow
to rest my head
once this is over.

I snap a photograph
freezing the moment

Ask me 20 years
from now about
these keepsakes.

Power of Discussion

Today won’t be my usual poem. I’d like to share something rather important to me. I enjoy sparking a discussion about various topics. If I know the topic well, I tend to play the devil’s advocate. I think the power of discussion is mightier than someone standing on their soap box and shouting. Today I had an interesting conversation about microaggression. Microagression is subtle discrimination conscious or not. I heard this saying once,

“Educate before you advocate.”

I think that statement is true. We as individuals should educate ourselves before we can speak about a topic. Then the next question, How much education do I need before I can advocate? I’d suggest to educate yourself so you are able to give rebuttals and answer a variety of questions. If you cannot answer it then that is an opportunity for you to learn more about the given topic.

I am no blogging expert, however, I always do research on how to become a better blogger. I ask other bloggers for tips and share what has worked for me. Everyday is an opportunity to learn something new. It can be in fields that interest you or it could be something you’ve never thought or heard about. One reason why I enjoy listening to TedTalks. (if you don’t know what that is just open google and search it).

Have a wonderful day 🙂

Mystery Blogger Award



The ‘Mystery Blogger Award’ is an award for amazing bloggers with ingenious posts.Their blog not only captivates, it inspires and motivates. They are one of the best out there and they deserve every recognition they get. This award is also for bloggers who find fun and inspiration in blogging and they do it with so much love and passion. – by the creator of this award Okoto.

I was nominated by The Silver Lady. Thank you so much for this honor. 🙂


  1. Put the award logo/image on your blog
  2. List the rules
  3. Thank whoever nominated you and provide a link to their  blog
  4. Mention the creator of the award and provide a link as well
  5. Tell your readers 3 things about yourself
  6. You have to nominate 10-20 people
  7. Notify your nominees by commenting on their blog
  8. Ask your nominees any five questions of your choice; with one weird or funny question (specify)
  9. Share a link to your best post(s)

3 Things About Myself

  1. When I am focusing on any writing I play music.
  2. I would like to conduct research in the autism field.
  3. I am able to solve a Rubik’s cube and its cousin the dodecahedron.

My Nominations Are:

  1.  Rainy Day
  2.  anotetohuguette by Kimberly
  3.  Eyes + Words by Jacob
  4.  sci.casual by Johnny; You were one of the first people I followed. Your posts helped me keep my motivation.
  5.  mySestina by Zigyasa
  6.  Living vs Existing by Cherylene
  7.  Bluevibesblog
  8.  Cee’s Photography
  9. Femiiesther by Esther
  10. Nita 0216 Blog by Nita

Time & Reflections Questions:

  1. I started blogging because I wanted to continue writing. This was something much more for myself.
  2. My alarm motivates me to get up and turn it off in the mornings.
  3. If I could go on a retreat somewhere I would choose Bar Harbor, Maine because of the beautiful night sky.
  4. I would like to learn everything that I haven’t learned yet. I am a huge fan of learning and try to learn something each day.
  5. If I had to give advice to someone starting a blog I would say, don’t worry about how much traffic you get. Focus in on the days when your post gets the most traffic; this should become your voice.

My 5 questions:

  1. What is the biggest challenge you face while blogging?
  2. How do you overcome writers block?
  3. What motivates you most in life?
  4. What is your goal(s) in life?
  5. What benefits do you get from your blog?

My best posts:

  1. 10 Tips For Blogging
  2. The Greatest Life in the World
  3. Dark Clouds

Dear Teacher(s)

Dear Teacher(s),

You spent countless hours
planning to ensure
my success.

With each failure
you worked harder
to improve me.

You gave me a belt of tools:
leadership, respect, techniques,
math, reading, and so much more.

We spent more time together
than I have with my family,
which lead to my success
in receiving my college degree.

You may be drained,
from long days,
your hard work
hasn’t gone unnoticed.

Without your dedication,
I wouldn’t be
as successful in life.

Dear teacher(s),
I raise my glass in your honor
for giving me more than you
are asked.



Writing Tree

Day in, day out
my trade enhances
with each marked
out word, ink stain,
and diluted thoughts.

My writing is like a tree
each leaf a new fan,
each ring a new poem,
all growing strong.

Hours spent making
the defective poems,
not yet has anyone
burned my tree.

I must be doing
something right,
if my tree grows
stronger each day.


My Tune

The room grows dark
velvet curtains are drawn,
the crowd awaits.
A light shines down,
hitting me like
sun rays through a window.
Each breathe of air
turns into rhythmic notes,
cascading from the bell
of my golden saxophone.
Jazz fills the empty space
throughout the room.
The room grows dark
velvet curtains are drawn,
the crowd applauds
the sound of my sax.

I played the saxophone for 7 years. I was in marching band, jazz band, and a wind assemble. Playing for 7 years has given me a passion for music in my life. If I could tell myself one thing it would be to not give up playing.