Wednesday, June 25, 2025

Dear Cephora

I still look in your direction,

Even when I know your eyes don’t linger on mine anymore.
And I get it
You don’t believe my words,
Because you’ve heard promises before that never held weight.

But from the moment I open my eyes,
To the hours I lie awake at night
You’re there.
You live in the pause between my thoughts,
In the ache behind every “what if.”
I’d stand in every line, walk every mile,
Just to know if you still care.

You once asked me to grow up,
And I didn’t then, not fully.
But I did now.
Because losing you taught me more
Than holding on to pride ever could.

And if I had one more moment just one
I wouldn’t waste it proving who I was,
I’d show you who I’ve become.

Please don’t shiver from the thought of me
Because I don’t want to haunt you.

Though, I feel like I did.

I want to heal with you.
To be your peace, your softness, your friend.
I’ll say it loud. I’ll say it clear:
I’m still waiting for you.

I know you might not even see me now,
And maybe this is my final chance.
But if there’s a crack in that wall, even a sliver of light.

Let me in. Not as the man I was.

But as someone willing to do the quiet work
To be the friend you deserve,
To be the safety I should have always been.

I’ve changed.
Not just for you but because of you.
And that’s the truth.

So if this is the part where I fall,
Then let it be with grace.
But if there’s still a corner of your heart
Where I’m not erased…
Let me start again.

Even if it’s just as your friend.
Your best friend.
The one who never should’ve forgotten how much that mattered.

Still waiting,
Still learning,
Still yours if you'll have me; 

Wednesday, June 18, 2025

A Softness Forged in Fire

They say steel is born in flame 

but never speak

of the silk that swaddles the burn.

Black women,

are the quiet storm,

the gentle breath between

war cries and lullabies.


For every door slammed

they opened another

with bare hands,

sometimes bleeding;

sometimes trembling,

but always holding.

A cradle in one arm,

a world on the other shoulder,

still they find a way to

hum joy into broken mornings,

wrap pain in poems,

and pour love into tea

for the tired.


Do you see her?

Not just the spine that never bends,

but the smile that softens a room

before she speaks.

The kind of grace

that dances through trauma,

carrying whole families

in the corners of her eyes.


Her strength is not the absence of tears

it’s the flood that dares to feel,

then builds anew.


She is the hymn in the hush,

the echo in the fight,

the silk and the sword, 

still exuding every bit of softness

for every ounce of her strength.


And maybe

that is the truest kind of power:

to bleed beauty into the world,

even as it forgets

who bled for it.

FYI: Thank you Black Women 

Wednesday, April 23, 2025

The World's Kitchen in a Trade War: How China's Power Impacts Us All


Imagine the world as a vast restaurant, and China as its kitchen. It supplies the ingredients, from the spices that add flavor to the essential staples that form the base of many dishes. Now, imagine a trade war disrupting this kitchen. That's essentially what's happening between the United States and China, and the consequences are far-reaching.

China's Economic Might

China has transformed into the world's second-largest economy, a manufacturing superpower, and a major trading partner for most countries. Economy of China - Wikipedia It's the leading exporter of goods and a key player in global supply chains. This economic strength gives China considerable influence on the world stage.   

The Trade War and its Impact

The trade war between the US and China, characterized by escalating tariffs and retaliatory measures, has created significant disruptions. These tariffs, essentially taxes on imported goods, increase costs for businesses and consumers.US-China trade relationship not as one sided as it appears - Oxford Economics The impact extends beyond economics:   

The Medication Connection

Perhaps one of the most concerning aspects is China's role in the global supply of medications. A significant percentage of active pharmaceutical ingredients (APIs), the building blocks of most drugs, come from China. China “Owns” America's Generic Drug Supply Chain, U.S. China Commission Says Tariffs could drive up drug costs and exacerbate existing shortages, directly impacting the health of people worldwide.   

A Recent Example: Coronavirus

The coronavirus outbreak serves as a stark reminder of China's global impact. The rapid spread of the virus and its economic consequences demonstrated how interconnected the world is and how disruptions in China can have cascading effects.   

Can a resolution be found?

Finding a resolution to the trade war is crucial. Recent reports suggest that the Trump administration is considering lowering tariffs on Chinese goods in an attempt to de-escalate tensions. Trump administration considers China tariff cuts: Report | Trade War - Al Jazeera However, reaching a lasting agreement will require both sides to address fundamental issues and find a path toward cooperation.   

Tuesday, April 8, 2025

No Deal, Deep Pain: The Worst-Case Trade War Scenario for US and China.

 If China and the U.S. fail to reach a deal on tariffs, the worst-case scenario could involve a significant and prolonged period of economic disruption for both countries and the global economy. 1 Here's a breakdown of potential consequences: 

1. IDC: Tariffs will raise tech prices and cause 'significant disruption' to supply chains 
www.computing.co.uk

For the U.S.:

  • Increased Consumer Prices: Existing and further tariffs on Chinese goods would directly translate to higher prices for American consumers on a wide range of products, from electronics and clothing to toys and household goods.This would erode purchasing power and potentially lead to inflation.   
  • Reduced Business Competitiveness: U.S. businesses that rely on imported components or materials from China would face higher costs, making them less competitive domestically and internationally. This could lead to reduced production, lower profits, and potentially job losses in affected sectors.   
  • Retaliatory Tariffs: China would almost certainly retaliate with tariffs on U.S. goods, impacting American exporters, particularly in agriculture (soybeans, pork), manufacturing, and other sectors. This would reduce their sales, profitability, and potentially lead to job losses in these industries.   
  • Supply Chain Disruptions: A breakdown in trade relations could lead to significant disruptions in global supply chains, as businesses struggle to find alternative sources for goods and materials. This could lead to production delays and further price increases.   
  • Reduced Economic Growth: The combination of higher consumer prices, reduced business investment, and decreased exports would likely lead to slower economic growth in the U.S. Some economists might even predict a recession under a prolonged and escalating trade war.   
  • Financial Market Instability: Uncertainty surrounding trade relations can lead to volatility and instability in financial markets, impacting stock prices, bond yields, and investor confidence.   

For China:

  • Reduced Export Growth: Tariffs on Chinese goods would make them more expensive in the U.S., its largest export market. This would significantly reduce China's export growth, impacting manufacturing industries and employment.   
  • Economic Slowdown: Reduced exports would contribute to a slowdown in China's overall economic growth, potentially leading to social and political challenges.
  • Job Losses: Export-oriented industries in China would face job losses as demand for their goods in the U.S. decreases.
  • Technological Decoupling: A trade war could accelerate efforts by both countries to decouple technologically, with the U.S. restricting China's access to key technologies and China developing its own alternatives. This could stifle innovation and increase costs for tech companies in both nations.
  • Financial Instability: Similar to the U.S., prolonged trade tensions could also lead to instability in China's financial markets.

Global Impacts:

  • Global Economic Slowdown: As the world's two largest economies suffer, global economic growth would likely be significantly hampered.
  • Disrupted Global Supply Chains: Businesses worldwide rely on intricate supply chains that involve both the U.S. and China. A trade war would force companies to restructure these chains, leading to inefficiencies and higher costs.   
  • Increased Protectionism: The failure to reach a deal could embolden other countries to adopt more protectionist trade policies, further fragmenting the global economy.
  • Geopolitical Tensions: A trade war could exacerbate existing geopolitical tensions between the U.S. and China, potentially leading to conflicts in other areas.   

Worst-Case Scenario:

The absolute worst-case scenario could involve a complete breakdown in trade relations, leading to a full-blown trade war with escalating tariffs across numerous sectors. This could trigger a global recession, significant job losses worldwide, and a reversal of decades of trade liberalization. It could also fuel geopolitical instability and mistrust between major global powers.

While a complete breakdown is less likely, a prolonged stalemate with continued tariffs and retaliatory measures would still inflict significant damage on both economies and the global landscape.

Wednesday, April 2, 2025

Liberation Day

A Monologue on Tariffs, Elon Musk’s Comedy Career, and the Global Economy’s Cry for Help

Oh, you think you’ve had a bad day? Try waking up to the news that the entire global economy is now the unwilling hostage of a man who thinks trade wars are fun.

Yeah. That’s where we are.

Trump—our fearless, economically illiterate leader—has just declared “Liberation Day.” Now, if that sounds like the title of a bad action movie starring Steven Seagal, that’s because it is. But no, this isn’t Hollywood. This is real life. And instead of being liberated, we’re about to get economically pile-driven into the abyss.

And here’s the kicker—Elon Musk is the one explaining it to us.

That’s right. Elon. Musk. Not an economist. Not a diplomat. No, no. We’ve got the Twitter meme lord, the guy who named his kid after a Wi-Fi password, trying to make sense of Trump’s tariff rampage.

And he’s doing it… as a stand-up comedian.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Musk says, stepping onto the stage, "have you ever noticed how tariffs are kinda like Tesla autopilot? You think they’re gonna get you to your destination, and then BAM! Right into a brick wall."

Oh, great. We’re in for one of those nights.

Trump, sitting in the front row, does that thing where he fake-laughs way too loud. “HA! HA! So true, Elon. So true.” He looks around, checking to see if the cameras caught his reaction.

The rest of us? We’re sitting here in stunned silence, watching Musk struggle to justify the unjustifiable.

"25% tariffs on auto imports!" he announces, flipping to a slide that literally just says “Big Ouch” in bold red letters. "It’s like if I charged you a 25% fee just to use a Tesla charger. Oh wait—" he chuckles, "I already do that."

Trump loves this joke. Slaps his knee. “Brilliant! Just brilliant.”

Meanwhile, economists are watching from the wings, contemplating whether now is a good time to start drinking.

Because here’s the thing—these tariffs? They’re real. This isn’t a joke. American consumers are about to pay more for everything. Trading partners are already sharpening their retaliatory tariffs like medieval swords. The stock market? Oh, buddy. It’s in freefall.

And yet here we are, stuck in this nightmare comedy special where Musk is bombing on stage, and the entire world is forced to sit through it.

"You ever think about how trade wars are kinda like a Tesla Model X? Super expensive, no one really asked for it, and somehow—somehow—it still catches on fire?"

Nothing. Dead silence.

Even Trump stops fake-laughing for a second.

The American people? We’re slumped in our seats, exhausted, wondering when this show ends. Europe is side-eyeing the exit. Japan is considering deleting America’s number. Canada? Canada is just sitting there, quietly furious, chugging maple syrup straight from the bottle.

And Musk? He’s sweating now. He knows this is a disaster. He looks at Trump, hoping for a rescue.

But Trump? Oh, he’s loving this. Standing ovation, clapping way too hard. “Genius! Elon, you’re a genius! We gotta have you explain all my policies. You make them sound funny!”

And that’s when it hits me.

We’re not watching a comedy show. We’re watching a hostage situation.

Elon Musk is trapped on stage, trying to make sense of Trump’s tariff-fueled economic firestorm, and we’re all trapped in the audience, forced to witness it.

No refunds. No early exits. Just us, Musk, and a global economy teetering on the edge.

God help us all.

Tuesday, February 11, 2025

Scars That Don’t Fade

(Verse 1)

I built my walls up high, brick by brick, alone
Learned too young that love can leave, and silence feels like home
Mom and Dad weren’t there, so I learned not to care
If nobody’s watching, then why should I share?

(Pre-Chorus)
I had too many dreams, too many hopes
Held on too tight, just to let go
And now I stand here, nothing left to say
Some scars don’t heal, they just fade to grey

(Chorus)
I gave and I gave, but it’s never enough
She took what she could, then called it love
I see through the lies, the secrets, the pain
And I won’t be a pawn in her selfish game
I’m done, I’m done, I’m done…

(Verse 2)
She whispered my name to the one who broke me
Kept my truth in the dark like it meant nothing
I stayed silent, I played strong
But those nights were way too long

(Pre-Chorus)
I had too many dreams, too many hopes
Held on too tight, just to let go
And now I stand here, nothing left to say
Some scars don’t heal, they just fade to grey

(Chorus)
I gave and I gave, but it’s never enough
She took what she could, then called it love
I see through the lies, the secrets, the pain
And I won’t be a pawn in her selfish game
I’m done, I’m done, I’m done…

(Bridge)
She tried to leave instead of facing me
Her shame too loud, her guilt too deep
But I won’t carry what’s not mine
Her truth, her past—I’ll leave behind

(Outro)
I’ll break the cycle, I’ll make it right
If I ever have kids, they’ll sleep at night
No more secrets, no more shame
Some scars don’t fade, but I’ll heal my name.

Wednesday, January 8, 2025

The Weight of Unseen Sacrifice


The worn leather of the armchair felt familiar, a comforting embrace against the chill seeping from the drafty window. Rain lashed against the glass, mirroring the storm brewing inside him. Jamal stared out, the city lights a hazy blur through the downpour. His mother's words echoed, a cruel refrain in the silence: "You're just a mama's boy, always needing me."

He'd sacrificed everything. College dreams deferred, a career path abandoned, his life a meticulous tapestry woven around her needs. He'd been her rock, her confidante, her shield against the world. He'd expected gratitude, maybe even a hint of pride. Instead, he'd received a lifetime of subtle dismissals, his efforts labeled as weakness.

The words, "You're just a mama's boy," stung with a venomous precision. It wasn't just an insult; it was a dismissal of his entire existence. He'd poured his heart and soul into caring for her, and all he received was a condescending label.

The rain continued to fall, a relentless rhythm mirroring the pounding of his own heart. He thought of the countless nights spent by her bedside, the endless errands, the comforting words whispered in the face of her anxieties. He'd built his life around her, sacrificing his own dreams, his own happiness, for the woman who was supposed to be his biggest supporter.

And for what? For a lifetime of "thank yous" that felt hollow and a constant undercurrent of disapproval. He felt a wave of suffocating anger, a bitter taste of betrayal. He had loved her fiercely, unconditionally. But love, he realized, was a two-way street.

As the storm raged outside, Jamal sat in the armchair, the weight of his unseen sacrifices pressing down on him. He was drowning in a sea of resentment, the echoes of his mother's words a constant reminder of the love he'd never truly received. He knew he needed to heal, to find a way to forgive, not just for her, but for himself. But the pain ran too deep, the wounds too fresh.

He closed his eyes, the image of his mother's face, etched with a lifetime of worry lines, flashing before him. He loved her, he truly did. But he also knew that sometimes, love wasn't enough. Sometimes, it wasn't enough to heal the wounds inflicted by those closest to us.

Thursday, October 31, 2024

Fiction

 I was only six years old the last time I saw my mother before she sent me to live with my aunt in Port-au-Prince. The details of that night were blurry, but I remembered her leaving. I remembered her gentle hands guiding me to my aunt’s house, her whispering words about opportunities and sacrifices as if they were magic spells meant to protect me. She told me I was going to be “safe and loved,” but I didn’t fully understand. All I knew was that she was leaving and that I wasn’t going with her.

For the next few years, I grew up in a home that wasn’t mine, with people who loved me in their own way but couldn’t fill the void left by my mother. She sent money from America, gifts for my birthdays, letters with warm words and promises. But she never came back. Every dollar bill, every piece of candy, every word on those letters felt hollow, like an apology for something I could never understand.

By the time I was 10, my mother was like a phantom. I knew her face only from old photos, her voice only from faint memories. My aunt told me stories about her – that she was working tirelessly, that she loved me and was doing all of this so I could one day join her in America. So I clung to those stories like lifelines, hoping one day I’d have the chance to ask her why she’d left, why I had to grow up in someone else’s house, with someone else’s family.

Eventually, at 10, I made it to America. When I arrived, I expected a warm embrace, maybe tears, maybe that long-awaited apology. Instead, she greeted me with a polite smile, almost as if I were a distant relative rather than her only child. We lived together, but there was a distance, a coldness in our interactions. She worked a lot, rarely home, always busy with some job or project. It was as if she’d brought me here to complete some unfinished obligation, not because she wanted to rebuild the relationship we’d lost.

In the following years, I did everything I could to make something of myself. I went through school, found part-time jobs, and learned to be independent. I worked relentlessly, not just to survive but to prove to myself that I could thrive, even with the gaping absence of a real family connection. By 29, I had done what I thought was impossible. I had saved up enough money to buy my own house. It felt surreal – me, the little girl left behind, now a homeowner in a foreign land.

But just when I thought I’d finally freed myself from the past, she called. My mother needed help. She’d grown tired, her once tireless spirit weighed down by years of working for others, and she wanted to come to America to be closer to her family. I felt torn – the girl who’d waited for her mother’s love wanted to say yes, but the woman who’d built her own life wanted to keep her distance. Still, I agreed. Maybe this was the opportunity for us to finally connect, to build the bond I had longed for.

When she arrived, I hoped for change. I hoped she’d look around my home, see my achievements, and realize she didn’t need to hide anything from me. But things only grew more complicated. I soon found out that she had a younger son, a boy in Haiti whom she’d never mentioned. My younger brother, hidden like a dark family secret, a ghost of her life that she’d kept tucked away.

And then it started – the requests for money. She wanted to send him money every month, a modest amount, she said. I could see her relief as she handed over the responsibility to me, as if I had somehow become the parent and she the child. There was no gratitude, no acknowledgment of the years I’d struggled on my own. Just expectation.

As weeks turned into months, I became a stranger in my own home. She treated my house like her kingdom, taking over spaces without asking, ordering groceries as if money was endless, and leaving reminders of her presence in every room. She was still the same – secretive, withholding, never opening up about why she’d left or why she had kept my brother a secret. And every day, my resentment grew.

One evening, after weeks of her silence, I asked her outright about my brother. I wanted to know why she’d never mentioned him, why she’d kept him hidden from me. She looked at me with eyes I couldn’t read and said, “You wouldn’t understand.” Those three words cut deep, pulling me back to that young girl waiting for a mother who never came.

I couldn’t sleep that night. It felt like the universe had played a cruel trick on me, reuniting me with a woman who felt more like a stranger than my own mother. The fantasy of reconnecting, of finding closure, crumbled. I began to realize that the distance between us was more than just physical; it was emotional, a gulf neither of us knew how to bridge.

Months passed in tense silence. I supported her and sent money for my brother, but the bitterness grew. I had become the provider, the caretaker, the parent to a woman who should have been all those things to me. Every now and then, she’d look at me with what I thought might be remorse, but she never said the words. She never acknowledged the years of abandonment, the pain of growing up without her. It was as if those things had happened to someone else.

In time, I came to accept that the woman who lived with me was not the mother I had once dreamed of. She was a person with her own flaws, her own secrets, her own life story that I would never fully understand. The love and acceptance I had sought from her would not come. And somehow, I had to be okay with that.

So, I turned my focus inward. I stopped waiting for her approval, her gratitude, her love. I found my own peace, my own strength, separate from the expectations I’d once had. And with that acceptance came a strange freedom. I realized that, while I couldn’t change my mother, I could choose how to live my life. I could build my own family, one built on honesty and openness, so I would never pass down the same legacy of secrets and silence.

And as for my mother? She remains a part of my life, but at a distance – a complex figure, a reminder of the past, but no longer the focal point of my future.

Sunday, August 25, 2024

Love to love song 🎶

Here’s a verse that channels the vibe of Larry June:


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**Verse 1:**


Don’t cry for love, cry ‘cause you found it,  

In this life, it’s rare, something real, profound, kid.  

I love to laugh, yeah, I love that joy,  

I love to eat good, like I’m cooking with poise.  

I love my sleep, that’s my peace in the night,  

I love her cheeks, yeah, she’s my sunlight.


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**Chorus:**


I love to love, it’s my therapy, my peace,  

My love language is all the above, never miss a beat.  

Option trades in the morning, fast money, no doubt,  

But I yearn for something real, that love that’s devout.


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**Verse 2:**


I love to earn, yeah, that grind’s in my soul,  

But more than the paper, I want a love that’s whole.  

Long-lasting marriage, my rib by my side,  

Through thick and thin, together we’ll ride.  

Money comes fast, but love’s what stays,  

I want that happiness that never fades.


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This song blends Larry June’s laid-back, introspective style with a focus on both the grind and the desire for lasting love and happiness. 

Saturday, May 4, 2024

Why Getting to Know Someone Matters More Than Just Sex: The Importance of Compatibility in Relationships

In a world often dominated by quick flings and superficial connections, the essence of truly knowing someone seems to have taken a backseat. While physical attraction and chemistry play a role in relationships, they shouldn't overshadow the significance of compatibility and understanding.

A study by Margaret S. Clark titled "Implications of Relationship Type for Understanding Compatibility" sheds light on the importance of compatibility in relationships. Clark's research emphasizes that the nature of the relationship significantly impacts how compatible partners perceive themselves to be. This highlights the necessity of understanding the intricacies of a relationship beyond its physical aspects.

It's crucial to recognize that past relationships can leave lasting imprints on individuals. Emotional baggage and unresolved issues from previous encounters can inadvertently affect current relationships. Therefore, diving straight into physical intimacy without truly knowing someone can be detrimental in the long run. It's akin to painting over a cracked wall without addressing the underlying structural issues—it may look fine initially, but problems will eventually resurface.

To truly gauge compatibility, investing in tools like "The Big Five compatibility test" can be invaluable. This test delves into the five broad dimensions of personality: openness, conscientiousness, extraversion, agreeableness, and neuroticism. By assessing these traits, individuals can gain insights into their own personalities and how they align with their partners'.

Imagine embarking on a journey with someone whose values, goals, and outlook on life fundamentally differ from yours. No matter how intense the physical attraction may be initially, sustaining a fulfilling and harmonious relationship becomes increasingly challenging when core values clash. Compatibility isn't just about enjoying each other's company; it's about complementing each other's strengths and understanding each other's weaknesses.

Getting to know someone on a deeper level fosters emotional intimacy and strengthens the foundation of a relationship. It involves engaging in meaningful conversations, sharing vulnerabilities, and learning from each other's experiences. These interactions cultivate a sense of trust and understanding that goes beyond the surface level.

In a culture inundated with instant gratification and hookup culture, it's easy to overlook the significance of building genuine connections. But true fulfillment in relationships stems from emotional resonance and compatibility rather than fleeting moments of physical pleasure. So, before succumbing to societal pressures or impulses, take the time to truly get to know someone. Your future self—and your relationships—will thank you for it.