Heyyyy ya'll! :') Welcome back to my space. Happy 2022! Sending you so much love and light as we approach the halfway mark of the year. (Time is flying, it's crazy) As always, I hope this post makes you smile, laugh, or just feel motivated and warm inside. With this blog in particular, I decided to switch the flow up just a little bit. I try to keep my posts relatively current with what's going on in society. or in reference to what I'm going through or feeling. I wanted to try to revisit my inner child by hopping back into my poetry bag! Ya girl used to be on her Mya Angelou vibe back in the day LOL. (Hence the title that I selected for it).
Last summer, I moved back to my stomping grounds where it all started, Brooklyn New York. Since being here so much has happened. I've learned so much. I've grown so much. I've really been quite the damn inspiration to myself if I do say so MYSELF!! LOL.
Nonetheless, I wanted to write a short, sweet poem to highlight what the experience has been like thus far in a poetic form. Something light but still a reflection of myself in the most authentic way. As always thank you in advance for taking the time to be here and read this. I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think. Love, always.
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The Concrete Jungle
When you wanna be someone in the world, they say to move to the city of dreams.
Believing I can manifest everything I know I could, I moved to New York to create multiple income streams.
Apparently if you can make it out here, you can make it anywhere.
I remember everyone telling me "Niyah don't do it", but I didn't even care.
Moving here and seeing all that I've been able to accomplish in just a few months.
Gaining a little weight between eating out all the time, you know, breakfast, dinner, and lunch.
I love the spontaneity about the city. Even down to the hustle and grind.
Wake up early, make those connections, keep a few dollars, but most importantly don't get left behind.
I'm not saying moving here was easy, it definitely been hard learning how to get around.
November 19th nearly took my life, shoutout to God for holding it down.
Left the palm trees and decided to move to the jungle.
Can't stop, won't stop. Won't fall. Can't afford to stumble.
At the end of the day, the goal is to work hard to break these generational curses.
Because quite frankly, I have future plans to buy myself all MY designer purses.
I'm not sure how long I'll be here but I'm not leaving till I make my mark in the city.
Got big plans to go back to school, make more money, and be face of my doula committee.
It's an amazing feeling walking down the street with a confidence that you know you took time to grow
No more playing Miss nice girl, its New York City baby, I'm letting all my talents flow.
Dispute the triumph I had to endure; I know the view is gonna be amazing at the top
Crazy thing is I'm just getting started, can't give up now, can't quit. Won't stop.
Until we read again,
Niyah ♡
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