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Happy New Year!
I originally imagined this new iteration of the blog as a reflection. In an attempt to commemorate this year full of new beginnings and adventure. As time progressed however, the idea has manifested itself into a unique form of creative and self expression. Here, every month I leave you with a special token. It will, in its purest essence be the culmination of all things that served to inspire.
This month, I commemorate New York City. Find below, an ode to Brooklyn, NY. You probably deserve better. I thank you for making me so tough!
Merci beaucoup et à la prochaine!

Je Vous en Prie
Dear Brooklyn
I should’ve written you a love poem I decided it was best we part ways I needed to let go of you, for me to grow I never dreamed I’d outgrow you so drastically
tragically
painfully
slow
Every daydream transformed to blissful manifestation
Take no offense from my selfish decision
My delusions of grandeur led me astray
The universe figured it was better this way
We’ve shared this beautiful, unshakable, unwavering love
I guess I owe you an apology
I never meant to do you wrong
I only wanted to see what possibility lied beyond my fear
You still can’t seem to make it pass the pain
If you feel I’ve mistreated, betrayed, or let you down
Please hold me accountable
I wanted to impress myself
Instead I impressed upon myself that
I am enough
I’ve arrived
It’s a quarter to my destiny
Now, it’s a half past forever and I still don’t miss you yet
Every day feels novel
I dare reach my potential
This is a culmination of forward thinking
Divine intervention too sacred for words
I am woman
I’d ask for your forgiveness, but don’t blame me for that
I strive for excellence
Loyalty to thyself, never disappoints
I won’t live in the shadow of your disillusioned complacency
I find no comfort in the glaring inadequacies of our codependent tendencies
I may never return ❤️
With all due respect,
don’t hold it against me✨
You may have been my first love
The lessons you taught leave lasting impressions
I’ll make you proud if it’s the last thing I do
You’ll never forget me
and I still I can’t deny you
I implore thee
Let me go
We have no unfinished business
You may never forgive yourself otherwise
This is a metaphorical massacre
And I came to slay
Brooklyn I couldn’t love you unconditionally
I agree, you needn't ask me not to
I owe you everything
For nothing in return
Dear Brooklyn I wrote you a love poem Because you were there, when I needed you most That needed to be said That being said I hope we’ll make our way back to love someday Until then, Find solace in that You raised me vicious How shall I ever repay you?
Crown Me Victorious
For Glory Hallelujah
Amen
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