After given the ultimatum to quit and accept my life as a victim of circumstances or persevere and triumph over those situations and future roadblocks like the strong woman I am, I settled in my path to become the best poet I knew/know how to be. Not even a poet. Woman. A woman with sensual talent to influence, express, and seduce through diction. The power of a woman is amazing. Impeccable. Irreplaceable. Irresistible. Combining the majestic grace of a woman with some poetry, it’ll vacuum the soul—transporting an existence into stardust. Not to brag or anything. Actually, that was a humble brag. This blog wasn’t made with the purpose to disclose my entire life but I found that many women relate to me. And I hope I can empower women through the platform of my poetry, my thoughts, my adversity, my relationships, my growth, my openness, and my pleasure for my sexuality and sex. My femininity doesn’t exclude men. In fact, I wish men knew how much women love sex so they can finally satisfy me enough for me to orgasm. How much Black women endure so they can eventually understand and we can unify our sustainability to manifest serenity. Knew how much a Black woman is actually worth. Even the Black women society deems as hoodrats, hoes, bitter, masculine, and damaged. My feminism is for every Black women ever created. My sexual liberation is for every Black women ever created. And this blog is for every person that wants to embark on a journey to their true purpose for their creation. I hope I inspire you and give you a little of Iman.