Why me, Lord, when my hands been tired since birth,
When I been fighting demons just to prove my worth,
When every scar I got came from loving too deep,
And the world stayed loud while I cried myself to sleep.
Why me, when I gave all I had to give,
Still they questioned how I choose to live,
Still they whispered like they knew my pain,
But never once stood with me in the rain.
Why me, when my heart beats gold,
But they only see the stories they’ve been told,
When I rise, they stare—when I fall, they cheer,
And I still pray for the same ones who disappear.
Why me? Maybe ‘cause I’m built to feel,
To bleed, to break, and still want to heal.
Maybe God chose me for the war inside,
To show that even broken girls can shine with pride.
So, why me?
Because faith needed a fighter,
Love needed a light,
And pain needed a voice to make wrong things right.
Nov 4, 2025
Nov 4, 2025 at 4:27 AM UTC
In a quiet room sits a clock with no hands,
ticking still, though no one understands.
It counts not hours, nor minutes, nor days,
but the moments we lose in invisible ways.
A child’s laugh stored in the hollow of night,
a lover’s sigh buried under dim candlelight,
the prayer you whispered when no one could hear,
the silence that spoke louder than fear.
We chase seconds as if they were gold,
but forget that eternity cannot be sold.
Time is a thief, yet also a guide,
it teaches us what we cannot hide.
So when you see a clock with no face,
remember life is not a race.
The heart is the only true keeper of time—
and its rhythm is the closest thing to divine.
Sep 21, 2025
Sep 21, 2025 at 5:00 AM UTC
What is time?
To me, it’s nights that stretch too long,
days that blur together,
me watching clocks tick
while my babies dream of tomorrows
I ain’t even sure I can promise.
What is self?
It’s me
a girl the streets tried to swallow,
a momma the world tried to count out,
a soul still searching,
still writing poems in the dark
like I’m praying out loud.
What is love?
Not the fairy tale,
but the raw kind
when you’re broke, when you’re tired,
when the fridge empty but you still cook up hope
like it’s the only meal left.
And what is waiting?
It’s me,
always holding the pen,
wondering if the next chapter writes itself
or if I gotta bleed the ink again.
Patience ain’t weakness
it’s the grind, it’s survival,
it’s the proof that even standing still
I’m still moving.
I ask life questions,
and it don’t answer straight
just throws me mirrors,
shows me a woman
who’s both the wound and the healer,
both the prayer and the reason to pray.
So yeah,
I’m patiently waiting,
but don’t get it twisted
I’m not waiting for saving.
I’m waiting for the moment
the world sees what I already know:
This story don’t move without me.
Aug 23, 2025
Aug 23, 2025 at 3:01 PM UTC
I’m stuck in my solitude,
but maybe that’s where I’m meant to be.
No fake smiles, no noise, no masks
just me versus me.
I replay my scars like reruns,
wondering how many times I’ll fall for the same scene.
People think strength means you never break,
but strength is breaking
and still showing up anyway.
I light up and watch the smoke curl,
it feels freer than me
floating, rising, disappearing into the air
while I stay heavy,
chained to memories that won’t let me go.
I miss voices I shouldn’t miss,
I crave peace I’ve never known.
My solitude holds me hostage,
but it also teaches me
about patience, about faith,
about how empty can feel like rebirth
if I sit with it long enough.
I whisper prayers nobody hears,
not even me sometimes.
But I know God’s listening,
because He gave me this silence,
not to punish me,
but to prepare me.
And maybe this is just the in-between
a pause,
a lesson,
a waiting room for the life I haven’t lived yet.
So I sit with it,
even when it hurts,
even when it’s loud inside my head,
because solitude might be the only place
I finally learn who I am.
Aug 22, 2025
Aug 22, 2025 at 6:17 PM UTC
A gangster paradise behind closed eyes,
blood-red sunsets, shadowed lies.
Right beside Quinzel’s ocean eyes,
a storm brews quiet, where danger flies.
Cobblestone streets in my mind’s back alley,
whispers of deals that ended badly.
Neon flickers on walls of sin,
every heartbeat a gamble, every breath a spin.
Her eyes, deep oceans hiding war,
pull me under, I can’t ignore.
Velvet venom in a tender glance,
a love so sharp it leaves no chance.
We dance on edges, knives for shoes,
smoke and secrets, nothing to lose.
In that paradise, the angels flee,
only ghosts and shadows keep company with me.
Every kiss a confession of crime,
every touch a theft of time.
Behind closed eyes, the city bleeds,
and beside her ocean, my darkness feeds.
Aug 19, 2025
Aug 19, 2025 at 12:18 AM UTC
2 AM and I’m here, hell yeah I’m awake,
mind racing faster than the world can shake.
Coffee cold, blunt lit, kids snoring louder
but me? I’m scribbling truths, no filter, all factors
I laugh at the chaos, I cry in my chest,
I’m a momma, a queen, I don’t settle for less.
The streets taught me lessons, God gave me grace,
and I carry my crown, even in this messy space.
I think about lies, snakes, and the Fakes ,
about angels sent disguised as push not a shove
I curse, I thank, I plan, I pray,
I survive every night, every single day.
I’m fire and ice, heartbreak and gold,
a story unfinished, untamed, uncontrolled.
And when the world tries to count me out?
I just write my truth, spit my rage, scream my doubt. Spark this blunt then finish nodding out
Jennie J in the notebook, soul on display,
2 AM confessions in my own bold way.
I ain’t perfect, I ain’t quiet, but Im All The Sauceeeee babieeeeee .
I’m the chaos, the calm, the battle, the sun.
Aug 18, 2025
Aug 18, 2025 at 5:30 AM UTC
You can’t move a heart like mine,
Your words only expose your weakness, not my design.
I let my actions speak , louder than your noise,
I walk it, I breathe it, I don’t move like the boys.
Don’t drag my name through the mud,
I’ll wade knee-deep, protecting mine with blood.
I’m a momma, lion-born, guarding my den,
Spin your lies elsewhere, I’ll never bend.
That pookie-pipe talk? Keep it in the gutter,
I’m the real Quinzel, voice sharp as a cutter.
Didn’t you know? Joker don’t play,
Even in solitude, real ones carve the way.
Behind bars, only truth survives the fight,
I’ve seen “real hitters” vanish out of sight.
So when you whisper, better check that tongue
I’m legacy, iron-made, too heavy to be swung.
I’m scars and survival stitched into my skin,
What you call the end is where I begin.
I don’t fear your shade, I don’t flinch at your hate,
I move with a purpose, I’m led by faith.
So write your stories, but remember this fact:
A queen with a backbone can’t ever be cracked.
You can fake your crown, but mine is divine
And you’ll never move a heart like mine.
Aug 17, 2025
Aug 17, 2025 at 10:35 PM UTC
I will always fight for you.
Your father’s war will never dim the light in my arms,
never touch the truth of my love.
If I have to stand toe-to-toe with the devil himself,
I hope he’s ready
because I’ll run through hell with nothing but water guns,
laughing in his face,
just to bring you home again.
I’ll rip open the dark,
tear down the lies,
and chase away the monsters
that live inside your daddy’s head
the ones he never asked for,
the ones I’ll never let near you.
You are my heartbeat,
my reason to keep my fists clenched and my faith steady.
No matter what battles I face,
I’ll keep walking through fire,
through storms,
through shadows,
until you’re safe in my arms again.
Because you are my little girls,
and the world will learn
Mommy’s love is louder than any war.
Aug 13, 2025
Aug 13, 2025 at 4:42 PM UTC
Six years. Six whole years of you
Two little hearts inside your nose,
And I’ve always said it’s because
Mommy and daddy’s love was too strong to hold in one.
You were my miracle before you took your first breath,
And every second since, I’ve fought like hell to keep you safe.
They don’t see the nights I stayed awake,
The tears I swallowed when they tried to take you away
But baby, you’re woven into me,
In every beat of my heart, in every prayer I whisper when I think no one’s listening.
They try to lie on paper like it can rewrite our story,
Like it can erase the bond that time and pain made unbreakable.
But those two little hearts you carry?
They are the proof
the purest kind of love
A love no distance, no silence, no fight can touch.
You are my light when the world feels dark,
My breath when I feel like breaking,
My hope when every door closes.
I want you to know
No matter what they say, no matter what they do
I am here. I am yours.
Forever.
And I will fight
With every scar, every tear, every sleepless night
To hold you close, to keep you safe,
To be the mother you deserve.
My Lilliann Mariee, my baby, my fight,
You are the part of me that will never break.
Aug 12, 2025
Aug 12, 2025 at 7:38 AM UTC
She glides through midnight like a secret dream,
Board kissing pavement, soul running clean.
Smoke in her hair, stars in her chest,
Tattoo in prophecy
she don't settle, she quests.
No map, just rhythm, she dances through light,
Half street, half spirit, all shadow and flight.
Past in her rearview, no brakes, no lies,
Only the moon ever caught her eyes.
They call her a mystery, lover on wheels,
She left hearts spinning and souls she could steal.
Not out of coldness
just chasing what's true,
The next street, the next beat, the next shade of blue.
Her kicks stay scuffed, but her grace is divine,
A prayer on grip tape, a verse in her spine.
She laughs with the wind, tears don’t last,
She’s not running away, just skating past.
A whisper in alleys, a flash under lights,
You might see her once on one of those nights.
But don’t try to hold her, don’t beg her to stay
She’s prophecy in motion, and she don’t delay.
Aug 8, 2025
Aug 8, 2025 at 1:52 AM UTC