A Poetic Connection

 

This space is about the why behind the words. In A Poetic Connection, I share how my poems take shape and invite you into the thoughts and moments that inspire them. Pull up a seat, reflect, and join the conversation in whatever way feels natural to you.

The Breakdown of the 4 Sections Of Unraveled, Rewritten & Reborn

I wanted to create a little roadmap of my poetry with naming each section with what I have dealt with while maneuvering through this world.   Readers aren't simply encountering a bunch of unrelated poems, they're moving through different emotional experiences. And because poetry isn't necessarily read from beginning to end in one sitting, my audience can experience the collection in smaller portions.

Part I

The Battle Within

Some battles aren't about defeating the world around you, but confronting the struggles within yourself.

Part II

The World vs. Me

Facing outside pressures, expectations, and injustice. Fighting the pressures, judgments, and injustices coming at us from the outside.

Part III

When Hearts Collide & Come Undone

Exploring love, disappointment, choosing when enough is enough, and emotional connections

Part IV

The Rise After the Reckoning

The four sections take readers through internal struggles, perseverance, matters of the heart, and ultimately the strength and wisdom gained through life's experiences.

Giving My Words Another Voice

They say music is a universal language. But what happens when poetry decides to speak that language, too?

As a poet, I've always believed that words have their own rhythm. Every emotion, experience, and story carries a heartbeat of its own. Sometimes that heartbeat is soft and soothing. Other times, it's loud, unapologetic, and demanding to be heard.

That's what inspired me to explore another dimension of my creativity through *The Musical Pulse of My Pen*.

Fifteen hand-picked poems, each given a musical personality that reflects the emotions behind the words.

My intention wasn't to replace poetry with music. It was to give my words another voice.

I also wanted to reach people who might not ordinarily pick up a poetry book or attend a spoken-word performance. Perhaps a melody will capture their attention before the message settles into their hearts and minds.

People step to their own rhythm in life, but with *The Musical Pulse of My Pen*, I'm offering a rhythmic roadmap of mine.

And while creating this project, I discovered something about myself. The process reminded me of the joy that comes from exploring my creativity without allowing the business side of publishing to overshadow my passion.

Sometimes growth isn't about changing what you love. It's about discovering new ways to express it.

**Now, let's connect!**

Have you ever listened to a song that made you stop and really think about the words?

Would you be more inclined to experience poetry if it were presented through your favorite genre of music?

Or do you believe poetry is best experienced through reading and spoken-word performances?

I'm curious to hear your perspective because whether it's written, spoken, or accompanied by music, my hope is that the message finds someone who needs to hear it.

When the Mic Humbles You

Have you ever had one of those moments when you just wanted a do-over?

Well, I definitely had one recently—and unfortunately, mine happened with a microphone in my hand and an audience sitting in front of me.

I had performed at an open mic just a few days before and felt pretty good about my performance. So, when it was time to step onto another stage, I thought I was ready.

Keyword: thought...LOL

At the last minute, I decided to switch the poem I had planned to perform. I convinced myself I knew the other poem well enough to wing it.

Yeah...bad idea.

Once I got on stage, the words that normally flowed so naturally started getting tangled. The bright stage lights didn’t help either. Instead of being present in my poem, my mind started having a whole separate conversation with itself:

Did I just say that right?

Wait...did I skip a word?

Where am I in this poem?

Please let me hurry up and finish!

Meanwhile, my mouth was still trying to perform.

Chile...

When I finally finished, the audience politely clapped, but inside I was cringing. I made my way back to my seat thinking about everything I had done wrong.

It definitely was not the drop-the-mic moment I was hoping for.

But Then the Poet in Me Took Over...

Once the embarrassment settled down, something else happened.

I started writing.

Instead of allowing one bad performance to convince me that I didn't belong on the stage, I turned the experience into material. That frustrating moment became the inspiration behind my poem, The Wrong Drop-the-Mic Moment.

And while writing it, I realized something important: every performance isn't going to be your best performance.

Sometimes you're going to stumble.

Sometimes you're going to forget a line.

Sometimes your nerves are going to get the best of you.

And sometimes you're going to walk off that stage thinking, What in the world was THAT?

But none of those moments erase the performances where you completely owned the mic.

What my rough performance did teach me was that preparation matters. Switching poems at the last minute wasn't the best decision for me, and trying to wing something while standing underneath bright lights with an audience watching was a lesson I apparently needed to learn the hard way.

The Mic Humbled Me—But It Didn't Silence Me

As poets, I think we sometimes put pressure on ourselves to deliver every poem perfectly. We want the audience snapping, clapping, yelling, and feeling every word.

But spoken word is live.

There are no editing buttons on stage.

You can't backspace a sentence after it leaves your mouth.

And once that mic is in your hand, whatever happens...happens.

That night reminded me that becoming a stronger spoken-word artist isn't only about celebrating the performances that go right. It's also about learning from the ones that go completely left.

So yes, the mic humbled me that night.

But guess what?

I picked it right back up. 🎤🔥

And because I am a poet, naturally I had to write about it.

Introducing...

The Wrong Drop-the-Mic Moment

A poem inspired by the night the words didn't quite cooperate.

Because sometimes our most uncomfortable moments give us the best material.

Until our next poetic connection...Stay Poetic!

— Da Passionate Poet That Spits Fiya 🔥✍🏾 9/1/26

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Poetic Process

Lately, my ideas have been finding me in the mornings — usually while I’m working out. I don’t write about what’s trending or the latest topic floating around. I emphasize what’s on my mind.

This morning, I was on the treadmill, looking around the gym. I noticed other women working just as hard — if not harder — than I was. It made me think about how much effort women put into keeping up with expectations. The ones we place on ourselves, the ones handed down to us, and the ones society continues to redefine.

As I ran, a few lines came to me:

Am I not a fertile woman if I don’t want to have any kids?
Am I not an accomplished woman if I don’t have a shelf full of awards recognizing everything I did?

I’m curious how these thoughts land for you. Have you ever caught yourself measuring your worth against expectations that didn’t fully belong to you?

And for those who write — where do your lines tend to find you? Do ideas ever show up in unexpected places like this?

Words meet us in different places. If this stirred something in you, you’re welcome to share.