A Flower Blooming In A Dark Room

I had another blog post half way drafted. The post was going to be about why I didn’t post last week (I was sick) and why laughter is indeed the best medicine. (I may just finish that one and post it later this week. Two in one week? Say whattt!) But as I was writing that post, Kendrick Lamar’s Poetic Justice came through on my playlist. I’ve heard this song countless of times. It’s actually one of my favorites of his. But, this time when I heard “If a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?”, it spoke to me on a different level.


Ain’t Nobody F*$%ing With My Clique

March 8th was International Women’s Day. I wasn’t blogging then, so I didn’t have the opportunity to post about the dope-ass women in my life. So, this post is dedicated to them.

No matter what, every female should have that one woman in their life that they can be unapologetically themselves with. I’m lucky to have picked up a few friends along my journey in life who I can be that with. These women all have their own wonderful strengths about them. I see them doing their damn thing and it makes me happy to know that I get to call them framily.

Just in case y’all didn’t know:

Ain’t nobody f*cking with my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain’t nobody fresher than my muthaf*ckin’ clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
As I look around, they don’t do it like my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique

Now that we got that out of the way…

Guess Who’s Bizack!

Can I talk to y’all for a minute
Lemme talk to y’all for a minute
Just gimme a minute of ya time baby — I don’t want much
Lemme talk to these, uhh

Guess who’s bizack!

After a short hiatus, I’m back at it.


Thank you, thank you, thank you!

You’re far too kind.

It feels wonderful, don’t you agree?