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Happy Black History Month!

I am Black, I am proud, and I proclaim it boldly.

My Negro nose,

My rich brown skin,

My deep brown eyes—

A reflection of resilience, power, and beauty.

My creativity, intuition, and intellect,

My authenticity, strength, and grace,

A testament to those who paved the way.

With every step forward, I honor the ancestors.

Their legacy lives through me, and they would be proud.

Black history is now. Black excellence is eternal. ✊🏾 ❤️🖤💚

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I live in a country where it feels like a crime to be Black or Brown-skinned, a crime to exist as a minority. I feel as though we’ve been stripped of our rights by the very system that was supposed to protect us. I don’t feel loved by this country—a country built on stolen land, taken from the Indigenous peoples who first called it home. The Native American tribes who nurtured this land were violently displaced, and their cultures were nearly erased by colonizers who claimed it as their own.

Let’s not forget that the so-called ‘discovery’ of the Americas is a lie perpetuated by history books. This land was not discovered by Christopher Columbus or Amerigo Vespucci, the Italian explorer whose name inspired ‘The United States of America.’ In truth, the Americas were known and explored long before their arrival. Evidence suggests that Abu Bakari II of Mali, an African king, sailed to the Americas nearly 200 years before Columbus set foot on these shores. Abu Bakari, known for his vision and exploration, abdicated his throne to lead a fleet of ships across the Atlantic, making him one of the earliest explorers of this land.

Yet, these contributions—along with the sacrifices, resilience, and brilliance of Black, Brown, and Indigenous peoples—are ignored or erased in the narrative of this nation’s founding. Instead, we live in a system that continues to oppress, criminalize, and dehumanize minorities while glorifying the very people who stole and exploited this land.

This is why it’s so important to challenge the narrative, to reclaim our history, and to demand love and justice from a country that has given us so little in return.

(Link here 🔗: https://aaregistry.org/story/african-voyage-to-the-americas-a-story/)

https://aaregistry.org/story/african-voyage-to-the-americas-a-story/

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‘Black Sheep Unbroken’

They called me the rebel, the one set apart,

A black sheep labeled with a bruised, heavy heart.

My father’s own family, with judgment so cold,

Made me feel like an outcast, a misfit to scold.

In their eyes, I was wild, too strange to embrace,

A rebel, a problem, a flaw in their space.

For years, I sought love where it never was shown,

But their silence taught me how to stand on my own.

The weight of rejection, I carried with care,

Until I saw my uniqueness was rare.

Their words couldn’t break me; they sharpened my flame,

I rose from the shadows and rebranded my name.

No longer defined by their stares or disdain,

I embraced my brilliance, my strength through the pain.

Let them see me, unshaken, a force standing tall—

The black sheep, unbroken, outshining them all.

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Footprints in the Sand

I just want to be far away,

Somewhere untouched by broken memories,

Away from the echoes of a fractured family,

Away from a world so heavy, so unjust.

Is there some place other than here,

Some place where there’s a calm?

Somewhere picturesque,

Like a photograph frozen in time.

I want to go where the wind plays in my locs,

Where my toes sink deep into warm, white sand,

Where the horizon stretches endlessly,

And the only sound is the ocean’s gentle hymn.

No cares to bind me, no worries in sight—

Just the vast expanse of tranquility.

I long for a place where peace feels eternal,

Where time slows, and pain fades into the tide.

Let me escape to this haven of stillness,

Somewhere beyond the reach of here,

Where serenity cradles my soul,

And the weight of life dissolves like footprints in the sand.

M.Rob ✍️…

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I overcame.

I conquered.

I caught the vision.

I embraced the light.

Walking in my purpose,

Writing these verses, ✍️

Blessed by the Most High.

My crown never tilts. 👑

My spirit and soul stay aligned,

Eyes locked on the prize, 🏆

Focused on the ultimate goal.

#GodDid 🙏🏾

-M.Rob 💜

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Dear God,

I come to You with a heavy heart, praying for the world in these moments of suffering and tragedy. I lift up the wildfires in California and the devastation they’ve caused. I pray for the global tragedies that continue to unfold—especially for the innocent Palestinian children in Gaza, whose lives have been unjustly taken, with the number now reaching approximately 75.

I pray for those affected by the flooding in Ethiopia, Uganda, and Rwanda, and for the communities enduring droughts in Namibia, Grenada, Lesotho, and the Horn of Africa. I ask for Your healing and protection over the people of Angola during the polio outbreak and for those enduring the extreme heat in Bangladesh. I also pray for the families mourning the lives lost in the earthquake in Tibet, which claimed at least 126 souls.

Lord, there are countless tragedies around the world, far too many to name, but I ask that You extend Your grace, peace, and protection to all those suffering. Cover my family, friends, their children, and every person in need with the blood of Jesus Christ.

Father God, I place my faith in You and trust in Your divine plan. I don’t know where my journey may lead, but I pray that when the time comes, my soul will find its place with You.

In Jesus’ Holy Name, I pray.

Amen.

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Wildflower

She blooms where roots dare not go,

Like a rose that rises above the concrete,

A dandelion dancing delicately in the sun.

A quiet strength, a gentle flame,

Untamed beauty, no need for a name.

The wind may bend her fragile spine,

But yet, she rises every time.

No garden walls, no plotted space,

Just open skies and endless grace.

Her colors dance beneath the sun,

A story whispered, battles won.

No need for praise, no need for power—

She is enough,

A free spirit, a wildflower.

So allow her to grow where hearts can’t see,

The quiet strength of being set free.

A soul unbound, a spirit true,

A wildflower—inside and through.

Written By: M.Rob

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Hey y’all, I’m Mariah—Mimi to some—the mind behind this dope content and poetry. Beneath the words is someone who thrives in solitude, vibrating on a level that not everyone can reach or understand. I’m here to share my truth, peel back my layers, and perfect my craft with honest feedback. I don’t post for “likes.” I post to inspire, to connect, and to create moments where my words resonate with someone on a deeper level. Every piece is meant to grab your attention and hold your spirit.

Life hasn’t been easy for me. The average person couldn’t begin to grasp my journey just by looking from the outside in. To truly understand me, you’d need insight into my past, my present, and where I’m headed. You can’t appreciate me at my best if you couldn’t accept me at my lowest. That’s why I hold so much love for my three friends: Doll, Candice, and Jada. I’ve learned not to rely on others because loyalty isn’t always returned, no matter how much I give. I depend on me, and asking for help feels almost impossible because my independence runs so deep. It’s not a flaw—it’s a deeply ingrained part of who I am.

I’m a flawed individual, and I own that. I’ve carried both mommy and daddy issues throughout my life, but those struggles don’t define me—they’re simply part of my story. I was born into a family with generational trauma, where both of my parents endured abuse, neglect, and mistreatment. Alcoholism runs rampant on both sides of my family tree. But despite it all, my mom always tried to show me love in its purest form. In my poem “Echoes from The Heart,” I wrote: “I had a daddy that only loved me when it was convenient… only when I was able to fit into his world.” Even with these wounds, I love my parents equally. I’ve accepted them for who they are because I understand—you only get one mother and one father.

There was a time when I woke up every day wanting to die. I had been so abused, unloved, unwanted, mistreated, and neglected. I had to learn to love myself and put my focus on God. I stopped caring about people’s opinions of me, and I found my identity. Once I started embracing who I was as a person and surrounding myself with the right type of people, I began to move differently. My mindset shifted, and my whole life started to change. Things began falling into place, and for the first time, I felt at peace with myself.

I put my mom through so much during my adolescence. I was rebellious, defiant, reckless, destructive, and deeply hurt. I carried anger, not just towards my father but towards the world. My father allowed me to drop out of high school at 15, and in that moment, he failed me as a parent. That decision left me with years of resentment. But healing came with time. As an adult, I confronted him, shared my pain, and expressed how his choices affected me. He listened, apologized, and we began to rebuild.

Fast forward to today: I’m a college student at the College of Southern Maryland, a proud recipient of the STEM Scholarship Foundation, majoring in Cybersecurity and Computer Science, and holding a 3.5 GPA. I am living proof that change is real. My past doesn’t define me—it’s simply a chapter in my story. I’m no longer a victim; I’m a survivor. No longer shackled and bound. I’ve been set free.

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Basic Principle Of Communications Class-COM-1010 'Short essay on the 4 different types of Communication Styles'

The four listening styles are people oriented, action oriented, content oriented and time oriented-each play a very vital and unique role in how we process and respond to information. People oriented listeners focus on the emotions and needs of others, often prioritizing empathy and connection. Action oriented listeners, like myself, prefer clear, concise, and well organized information, with an emphasis on problem-solving efficiency. This style helps me stay focused on tasks and avoid distractions from unnecessary details. Content-oriented listeners, which also aligns with my listening style, thrive over analyzing complex information and considering multiple perspectives before making decisions. I enjoy digging into details, evaluating viewpoints, and forming well -informed conclusions. On the other hand, time-oriented listeners value efficiency and prefer messages delivered quickly and directly, often sticking to strict timelines. Understanding these styles helps me recognize my strengths in critical thinking and task completion while also reminding me to balance my listening approach to better connect with others in both academic and personal settings. However, I consider myself somewhat of a bad listener at times because I repeat the same things when communicating. This habit reflects on what the text means about redundancy in speeches creating listening barriers, as it can make it harder for others to stay engaged and fully process my message. Additionally, I've noticed that I interrupt others while their speaking unintentionally, which the text explains can result from half-listening or mindless communication. Even if my interruptions are unintentional, they can still leave a negative impression on the speaker and disrupt the flow of conversation. Lastly, I also realize that I sometimes exhibit aggressive listening behaviors, where I might focus on finding flaws in what  someone is saying rather than fully understanding their perspective. As mentioned in the text, this can stem from frustration and create unnecessary tension in conversations. I believe that I can improve my listening skills by becoming a more empathetic listener, focusing on understanding others' feelings and perspectives without letting my own judgements interfere. Developing a strategy, such as actively paraphrasing what I hear and maintaining open body language will help me stay engaged and ensure I'm truly absorbing the message being shared. Recognizing these habits allows me to work on becoming a more attentive, respectful, and effective listener as well.

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Mimi’s Dreams

Skywalking above the noise, foot steady on they necks,

Tighter than a bow tie, leaving egos perplexed.

Got all these hoes upset, anxious and worried, no rest—

Scared I might take they b***h when I flex, say less.

Nothing worse than having a broke hoe bitter,

Stacking my chips and counting my M’s,

Big bank Mimi making big bank deposits,

Champagne dreams and penthouse closets.

Diamonds dancing, moves advancing, no skipping steps,

Every loss a lesson, every win well-kept.

A smile upon myself every time I walk through,

Got every nigga and bitch wishing they could have a taste,

Stingy with my cookie like a game of patty cake,

I realized that I can’t break bread with hoes that’s beneath me,

Same ones throwing shade, tryna subtly greet me.

Keep my circle tight, energy aligned,

Snakes in the grass get cut every time.

My momma told me to love my haters, keep my soul aligned,

And my daddy taught me never fold, always speak my mind.

Grace in my step, power in my prime—

When Mimi flex, it’s poetry every time. 🫰 ✍️

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My momma captured a rare, candid moment of me playing the electric bass guitar 🎸. Music is such a huge part of my life. I have such an eclectic taste, finding inspiration in everything from soulful melodies to raw, powerful rhythms. Each note tells a story, and every chord feels like home. If it wasn’t for my momma enforcing the importance of being in tune with the music, I wouldn’t have this deep love and connection to it.

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Echoes From Her Heart

A pretty brown-skinned little bundle of joy,

Born on December 2, 1990,

To a doting mother with unwavering love,

And a father who wasn’t ready.

My momma always loved me—

Her love steady, constant, whole.

But life weighed heavy on her shoulders, too.

Her own trauma, the battles she fought in silence,

And seeing me committed, time after time,

Broke pieces of her spirit.

She turned to the bottle for comfort,

And my loving mother became an alcoholic,

Her pain pouring into the cracks of our lives.

But regardless of how much she drank,

I still loved her—unconditionally.

My father, well,

He loved me only when it fit his world,

When it was easy, when it was convenient.

I had a daddy who loved me…sometimes,

But love—love that comes and goes—

Leaves cracks where certainty should grow.

Years later, that little girl grew into a woman,

But at the tender age of 16 to 20,

She endured violation, mistreatment, and abuse.

She carried the weight of the world upon her shoulders,

A pain she never knew would linger,

Seeping into her steps, her choices, her love,

Leaving echoes of hurt in every relationship she tried to build.

She searched for love in broken places,

For healing in the hands of those

Who didn’t know how to hold her heart.

She poured her soul into empty vessels,

Hoping they’d pour something back,

But they left her thirsty, hollow, unseen.

The girl who once smiled so freely

Learned to wear her strength like armor,

Her laughter a cover for the storms within.

She stood tall, though bruised and battered,

A warrior in a world that couldn’t see her scars.

Yet, even in the darkness, she found light—

A flicker of hope she didn’t know existed.

In the silence of her healing, she grew,

No longer defined by the harm of others.

Now, she stands—

A grown woman, whole.

The girl who carried so much pain,

Who endured, who survived, who rose—

That girl was me.

-M. Rob ✍️

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“Lost In My Own Flaws”

I just want to start off by saying

I’m truly sorry—

Sorry for not appreciating the role you played in my life.

A homie, a lover, my best friend—

First and foremost.

You were someone I could always turn to for advice,

The one I’d confide in,

Sharing my deepest, darkest secrets.

Sometimes, it felt like you knew me better than I knew myself.

I never had to second-guess you—

Your loyalty was constant,

Your presence, a steady comfort.

But I’m sorry.

Sorry that I couldn’t love you the way you deserved.

Sorry for breaking your trust.

Sorry for failing you.

I’m sorry that I couldn’t be your peace,

Your safe haven—

The way you were always mine.

I let my insecurities get the best of me,

And I should’ve done better—

Because I knew better.

For that, I carry this guilt.

For that, I am truly sorry.

But please,

Know that I’ll always love you.

M.Rob ✍️…

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Mimi’s Boss Commandments

1. Never Let Him Cross You Twice

Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me. Know your boundaries and never give someone the chance to play you again.

2. Don’t Settle for Crumbs

If someone owes you bread, don’t let them shortchange you. Stand firm and get what you’re worth.

3. Never Let Them See You Sweat

Keep it classy and composed; power moves are made in silence.

4. Know Your Worth (Add Tax)

Don’t settle for less than you deserve—in relationships, work, or life.

5. Stay Ten Steps Ahead

Plan your next move before anyone knows what you’re up to.

6. Time Is Money

If it doesn’t add to your growth or your pockets, let it go.

7. Cut Off Dead Weight

If they’re not supporting, building, or inspiring you, they don’t belong in your circle.

8. Keep Your Business Private

Never let anyone know your next move until it’s already done.

9. Invest in Yourself

Whether it’s your looks, skills, or knowledge, make sure the best version of you shows up every day.

10. Demand Respect

Speak with confidence, stand firm on your boundaries, and don’t tolerate disrespect.

11. Stack Before You Flex

Real bosses don’t need to prove their worth. Save, invest, and let your success speak for itself.

12. Play the Game and Look Good Doing It

Bosses don’t just win—they make sure they look fine as hell while doing it.

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Sacred and Vacant

Just when I thought you’d make me feel secure,

You painted the truth with your hidden colors.

Now here I stand, broken heart in hand,

Fragments of trust slipping like grains of sand.

Thoughts race through my mind, relentless and cruel,

Each one asking: Was I the fool?

But deep in my soul, my intuition speaks—

It whispers of someone else, of secrets you keep.

Still, my heart clings, refusing to part,

From the sacred place you claimed in my heart.

That space, once yours, remains untouched,

Sacred yet vacant, a memory too much.

M.Rob ✍️

💔….

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My pen game is going stupid tonight ✍️…

Woman at the Garden

There she stood, heart battered and bruised,

Her intentions always pure,

Yet her soul bore scars from a world unkind.

She endured pain and heartache for 34 years,

A journey carved by sorrow, paved with tears.

At the break of dawn, she rose,

Barefoot on soil that carried her history.

The weight of creation rested on her shoulders,

The whispers of serpents echoing in her ear.

But she didn’t waver.

Not this time.

Her hands stained with dirt,

Not from guilt, but from planting anew.

She cultivated life where others sowed ruin,

Her tears watering seeds of resilience.

Eve’s shadow no longer hers to carry—

She reclaims the garden, thorned and wild.

She deserves it all.

#Pain #Heartache #Hurt #Unappreciated