Today, I expressed, the gentle comforts of being wonderfully loved... Enjoying Life's Comforts, a small moment of tranquility. Invited to express these feelings, I enjoy by myself... Wrapped in a soft robe and covered in a luxurious blanket... This special reflection of self care... Blankets for me, represents giving love and welcome into my personal family. Sharing ourselves is an intimate action... The ❤️ love given back, gave me a rush of dopamine. Endorphins, endorsing that.. I am love as my Sister always tells me when we chat.... As a Road Warrior, time home in my own space...invaluable.. GOD blessed me on my journeys...to arrive home safe...happy. I live in gratitude of being safe, present, intentional of loving my life... In this Empathetic Space, today, I was given extra care.. My tears seeping in the joy of the words like warm hugs.. Allowed to bring my Joy...Care... Share myself with Poets, I love...blessed, wrapped in tender kindness.. My clouded eyes see clearly, experiencing the beauty of this ritual in community... My Life's Comforts expressed from my Eytomology Blankets to your hearts... Thank you for showing me love and being my Poetry Family... Lyrically yours, MydNite Renaissance ❤️‍🩹

Where is Safety, for Black Sisters/Women??? Neck on a swivel, walking lightly... Always seemingly in enemy territory... Thinking we're a mark or an easy target.… Judging the silence in our syntax... Pause, breathe... Hold the...read... Sister, you need this J-O-B This...Man...Woman...Contract... Don't act, ghetto, ratchet, loud or crazy... Angry, Black Woman, the code words...when... They need ignorance to stand unqualified, unquestioned... Needing an accomplice to set up for a fall... Forgetting...Sisters have memories like elephants... High vibrations from THE CREATOR...intuition kicks in... The taste of sour acid in our stomachs... Mind telling you... Here comes the fuckery.... Foolishness...irritation from boys in suits...pretending... Predators attempting to steal your work... Pretending not the hear your voice in the room full of men!!! You document, observing, sending emails to burn them on the spot... Speak eloquently, translated...boys,...I'm not the one or the two... Bombing them with searing, side eyes... Polishing your resume...everyday...learning Absorbing every piece of pertinent information to take with you... Knowing the F-U is coming. Especially, when melinated brilliance doesn't look like arm candy or a trophy... Sounds like thunder rolling, rumbling causing quaking in the dermis of those living in deception's skin... Playing a rigged game designed by feckless mediocre whites, who promote their reflections in the mirror... Looking for intellectual capital to pillfer...consigned by others in their circle... Collectively obtuse and deaf...except... Sisters keep the receipts...even with some of the others... Others used to maintain a negative peace... In a world were stepping on people is evident and expected... The worst part is when white, Hispanic, Indian, Jewish women and Black men are the perpetrators... Given positions without knowledge or experience... Insecure...attempting to set traps, that they fall in themselves... This is why most Black Sisters know...

The Beauty in Moments of solace. Finding comfort in the complexities of birds having conversations. As they return to blooming trees... Creating intricate homes to welcome new babies and Spring... Knowing that my fortune is turning around. A Ladybug 🐞 is keeping me company.. While the winds dance and play moving high blades of grass newly green... My heart is warmed, as the Sun crests... Working towards today's curtain call... Ushering in the Moon and walks... Breathing in another blessing... Taking in the divine work of GOD! Lyrically yours, MydNite Renaissance ❤️‍🩹

Not Returning The vibrational pull of humans interacting... Sometimes drawn by physical chemistry, unresolved encyclical bonds from family, friends, and loved ones. Yet inside of these bonds are micro fractures of trauma... We, like GOD, are love in the core of our being... Humans, yes, but spiritually divine... Life experiences bring a depth of different traumatic events... Some start in the womb through our shared chromosomes... Our energy fields absorb both positive and negative stimuli... Which is why, we must practice care around each other, but... Especially towards Sisters who are actively carrying unborn children. The soul scarring trauma of acrimony around children is quite understated. The imprint is devastatingly impactful because they're developing. These wounds sometimes never close... These events and actions manifest as failed relationships on every level. Mothers that kill the self-esteem of Daughters... Fathers that maim Sons and abuse Women... I know relationships with my family have followed me into romance. Because, I wasn't healed and didn't know good love models...I failed... Which is why I have a rule in Not Returning... Traumas to the mind, body and soul are life lessons. Perspective is growth, if we become conscious. Love grows into Agape as we glow up. Not Returning to hurt, settling for abuse, or mistreatment, a skill for successful living. Learn to hear and listen intently... Especially to those with sweet words and lips.. Knowing the critical and judgmental are projecting their hurt on us. Those who proclaim to be gods, yet just sprew hurt... False words fall away because it's not real Love... Congratulations to my conscious mind and rebirth.... Never returning to the bombardment of hatred and abuse.... Learning to love myself first, that I may rain down Agape... Lyrically yours, MydNite Renaissance ❤️‍🩹

3/7/26 Miss Lady I Am a Mixed Bag of Extremities / Oh, Look, My Insecurities Are Bubbling Up! / Self-Preservation IS Revolution / But Did You Live? / Russ/Life runs parallel to the process/food and pharmacy alarming me/ The only time to eat diet food is while you're waiting for the steak to cook/high stakes, mindful of all my intake/my doctor died and I’m still here/look into what your body is remembering Raheena/Injuries are most likely to happen during transition / I’m not ready to integrate it / It triggers me like hell, it overwhelms me, but it doesn’t shock me / I cherish those feelings of abundance / How we fuel or poison ourselves / The tiramisu in the tyranny