I am a poet, an activist, a feminist, and realist I am a woman, who loves women. I'm creative, I'm soft hearted, I'm blunt, I'm fun, I'm just me. My given name is Jacqueline you can call me Jacqui, Jac, Jaxz or J. I'm the type of girl you can take home to mother, and the kinda girl that can do nothing at all but have it mean the world. I have a deep love affair with words. I am the cause and effect of my ancestors. I'm real and I'm here.
We often seek for answers that we can only answer for ourselves, we complain, yet wont move, bend, or fight for change.- me
I enjoy making jewelry, I'm not a stud, nor am I a femme I'm just Lesbian. I'm a genuine nice person. I'm natural sister who believes the skin I am in, and the kink in my hair needs no change. actually just started to loc my hair. I love people who have something going for them, I love someone who can make me laugh, and just someone who can be them self, that wants nothing more from others then to be themselves aswell. I'm deeply DEEPLY inlove with ASL (American Sign Language). and am having a love affair with my natural hair and beauty. could love get any sweeter? *smiles*
i'm Jamaican by BLOOD Canadian by BIRTH.
You'll normally catch me with my Tablet pc, writing up a storm or my best friends paper and pen. I never leave home with out my digital Camera, note book, my PSP which doubles as my music maker, and lipgloss. I love to travel, no matter where it is, i love long ass road trips the ones you sit in the car,bus, or train for 11hours lol. I am a true believer in love. although luck would have it not believing in me. either way, where love finds me i'll go.
random fact about me, my fav number is 25. and fav day is friday the 13. lol yes random i am.
but I'm very caring, kind, very mannered, and unselfish. if i have 5 bucks left to my name and u need it. chances are its already yours.
my glow is unique,
my smile heart warming,
my voice calming,
and my walk breezy,
my laugh contagious,
and my nature, sweet...
I am.. Me.
nothing more beautiful then knowing you
~poetic
watch me run through the trees.
my spirit feeling light... feeling free.
watch the glow of my skin...
the welcoming of my smile.
i invite you in to stay a while.
watch the depth of my laughter...
the tickling of my joy...
watch me walk back into life..
so much more full of joy.
I am woman... watch me grow.
As she sits in a lonely apartment, she thought of the happier times. she promised she wouldn't shed tears, not this time, hurt seems to be the ever-lasting feeling in her. but as she blinks, the tears that had been swelling up for hours run and flow a steady stream down her brown skin, and as she tries to hold on to them, she tries brushing them away, and the swift motions of her hand movement over her faces leads more tears to follow. it's unbearable. this pain, this empty feeling... and how... (continue reading)
