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If you want to be trusted then be trustWORTHY. It’s such a simple concept that people clutter with their emotional baggage and poorly made life decisions. We often allow a moment to cloud our judgment and our selfishness to obstruct our views of what really matters and we act on a fleeting moment without realizing that only shows your weakness, not your strength. That only shows that you’ve been hurt, you’re damaged goods and you have no grasp on it. Hurt people hurt people. 
Everyone has baggage. Everyone has been stung. It’s the circle of life. But when you allow your jadedness, anger, hurt, resentment and envy to take over and make decisions for you then you will undoubtedly lose the ones who care the most for you.
My circle of trusted friends continues to shrink and though I’m always thankful for the experiences I share with everyone in my path because of the lessons I’ve learned from them, good and bad, I also am completely ok with the notion that some people are only meant to be in your life for a season. And when their actions show me that their greed is more valuable than our friendship, I find peace in removing myself from that situation. I’m a creative- I’m hyper-sensitive and painfully observant, sometimes to a fault. But, because I’m like this I cannot allow external influences to be around me that I know will only suck the energy and love out of me. 

xoxo,

Fionna Writes

Mind Race

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Her mind is

Overstimulated

Constantly chasing

Racing to the

Next conclusion

To trip over

Falling into

The depths of

Her gaping thoughts

Clinging tightly to

Her collection of

Forget-me-nots

Cushioned by an

Assemblage of

Love knots

For she loves not

Because they forgot

What it means

Now she only aches

To be free

In her dreams

xoxo,

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Tucson Festival of Books





It was a successful trip to Tucson, Arizona to participate in the Tucson Festival of Books.

A special thanks to Arizona’s KOLD news 13 and KGUN 9 for the media coverage and support, we appreciate you!

Thank you, Arizona, for the great experiences and the wisdom that was imparted onto me. 

We’ll see you next time! ;)

xo,

Fionna Writes

Dream On, Lovers



In a time where relationships are transient, temptation surrounds us and there’s more accessibility to anyone via technology, we find our inboxes and private messages flooded with words that blow up our egos, but those “e-lationships” still don’t keep us warm at night nor do they have any depth. What we’re left with is a mass of people suffering from a love deficit. Still, sometimes the hopeless romantic is caught daydreaming of a love that sticks like glue, untainted by external factors, exclusively exploring the depths of one another and building an empire from a solid foundation of trust and loyalty. 

Dream on, lovers. 💋


xoxo,

Fionna Writes

Our children are our future

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Our children are the beauty of the future, they are receptacles of the love & knowledge we give them so we must remember to give it abundantly. There is great power in being equipped with a hearty education (worldly & formally) and bountiful love. Our children deserve this, as does the future of humanity.

I was blessed to have a chance to visit & spend time with my chubby wubby nephew after reading to the kiddos at Hope Academy and it filled my heart with hope and love. 💕

xoxo,

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Black History Month highlight: Gwendolyn Brooks

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Primer For Blacks
by Gwendolyn Brooks

Blackness
is a title,
is a preoccupation,
is a commitment Blacks
are to comprehend—
and in which you are
to perceive your Glory.

The conscious shout
of all that is white is
“It’s Great to be white.”
The conscious shout
of the slack in Black is
‘It’s Great to be white.’
Thus all that is white
has white strength and yours.

The word Black
has geographic power,
pulls everybody in:
Blacks here—
Blacks there—
Blacks wherever they may be.
And remember, you Blacks, what they told you—
remember your Education:
“one Drop—one Drop
maketh a brand new Black.”
Oh mighty Drop.
______And because they have given us kindly
so many more of our people

Blackness
stretches over the land.
Blackness—
the Black of it,
the rust-red of it,
the milk and cream of it,
the tan and yellow-tan of it,
the deep-brown middle-brown high-brown of it,
the “olive” and ochre of it—
Blackness
marches on.

The huge, the pungent object of our prime out-ride
is to Comprehend,
to salute and to Love the fact that we are Black,
which is our “ultimate Reality,”
which is the lone ground
from which our meaningful metamorphosis,
from which our prosperous staccato,
group or individual, can rise.

Self-shriveled Blacks.
Begin with gaunt and marvelous concession:
YOU are our costume and our fundamental bone.

All of you—
you COLORED ones,
you NEGRO ones,
those of you who proudly cry
“I’m half INDian”—
those of you who proudly screech
“I’VE got the blood of George WASHington in MY veins”
ALL of you—
you proper Blacks,
you half-Blacks,
you wish-I-weren’t Blacks,
Niggeroes and Niggerenes.

You.

Gwendolyn Brooks is a legendary, highly honored poet. She was the first black author to win the Pulitzer Prize, first black woman to hold the position of poetry consultant to the library of congress and she was also laureate of the state of Illinois. A lot of her work is politically and socially conscious, reflective of the era she lived through, the civil rights movement. She helped paved the way for black poets, and I thank her for her fearlessness and willingness to use her voice, and her pen. Thank you, Gwendolyn. I honor you.

xoxo,
Fionna Writes

Treasure pages

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There’s something so magical in owning, holding, smelling, and reading old books. You feel as though you have the power to unlock the future by knowing and understanding the past, especially because through learning about the past, you truly understand how history can repeat itself. You walk around knowing you have these treasures in your possession, these hidden gems that enrich your life, feed your soul, nourish your heart and enlighten your mind. And, if you look closely enough, you find solace in knowing just how much we all share the thread of love and yearning to understand and grasp it in its entirety.

xoxo,
Fionna Writes

About last night

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About last night…

Hmm. Where do I begin?

Drifting from room to room

Staring truth in the face

Before gulping it down

Liquid courage to keep up the pace

Floating in my mind

Drowned in thoughts

Of keeping composure

As I stare Oprah in the face

Shake her hand, Fionna. Introduce yourself,

Your work, get a grip, smile,

Not too much, not too little, focus…

Still, a blurred moment in time

When dreams blend with reality

Let me gather my self

Gather my thoughts

This moment is mine

I glide through the party

Smiles & conversations shared with

Common, Union, Alba, and DuVernay

Progressions and connections is the only way

Navigating the scene

To assure being seen

Creating a new space

To inaugurate the words beyond my face

xoxo,

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