CHATTYAFRO

a poem from the prompt "righteous rage" from the first meeting of Justice Journaling // picture taken by Nijah on Juneteenth 2019 found...

for a Black Capsule.Z workshop in 2022 and after Black Panther: Wakanda Forever

It tickled my funny bone (in my grandma’s words) and left me speechless between paragraphs.

I wrote a love poem about leaves for autumn.

a CONFESSION poem / prayer that could've been written by Peter, the apostle

Music that articulates my 22nd year on earth.

GOD IS FUN.

A tribute to my 97 year-old grandma.

What can black men's flight to "freedom" do to black girls who will do anything for nervous love?

Who knew playlists could be a spiritual salve?

Proverbs 31 is not my only measure.

It's ok to be in process. It's okay to not be okay. It's okay to seek help.

"Be ye therefore wise as serpents and harmless as doves." (Matthew 10:16)

This poem rebukes hurtful shepherds and sheep. It's dedicated to sheep who don't fit in some flocks. Don't run. God loves you. We need you.

2020 forced me to keep it real with God and my village.

this poem is my counter to popular term "black girl magic"

I can't run far from the God who sees.

another lament

BEHOLD! We have time to prepare for a NEW THING! Let CREATIVITY spring forth for HIS GLORY!

A sermonic poem. We're all made in the image of God.

It's not "the white man's religion."

My journey from tokenizing trauma to trusting truth.

Why I would've loved a Bible devotional by Toni Morrison.