There are moments when the body knows before the mind catches up.
When movement becomes memory.
When softness becomes power.
When the echoes of someone else's wounds no longer define your worth.
This piece was born from one of those moments.
It’s more than just sensual flow—this is reclamation through embodiment, guided by a voice that’s no longer afraid to speak the truth. I paired a slow, intuitive movement sequence with spoken word poetry—a love letter to the woman who stopped asking if she was enough and remembered that she always was.
The ambient tones, the deliberate pace, the way the light touches the skin—this is a reminder: you don’t have to shrink to be seen.
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🎥 “I’m Not Here to Compete” – Sensual Flow + Spoken Word
Spoken Word Transcription
There’s a kind of man whose unresolved past becomes a shadow in your mirror.He speaks of “other women” just enough to keep you measuring yourself.
And you don’t realize, at first, how often you begin comparing…
Until one day, without him near, you feel free again.
It’s the energetic residue that lingers.
That feeling in your belly that tightens.
That sense that you’ve been made small… again.
Because their ghosts are louder than your presence.
Their unresolved wounds poke at your softness.
Their nostalgia becomes a pedestal you’re expected to climb—
While silencing your intuition to keep the peace.
Too sensitive. Too much.
Too insecure.
But I see it now for what it is.
It was wise.
My spirit wasn’t wrong.
She was whispering:
This is not where you’ll be chosen fully.
Not with blame…
But with reverence.
I’m not here to be half-seen.
I am here to be met.
In the now.
By someone whose attention lives here.
Not in the rearview.
I’m here to return—again and again—to the woman who doesn’t ask if she’s enough.
Because she knows:
She always was.
For the Woman Who’s Been Half-Seen
I invite you deeper.
My memoir, I Was the One I Was Waiting For, is for every woman who’s ever felt unseen, unchosen, or too much.
It’s a raw and radiant journey through heartbreak, healing, single motherhood, and self-reclamation.
Because you were never too much.
And you were never not enough.
You were just waiting to remember who you are.
I Was the One I Was Waiting For
1 comment
Thank you 🙏 This…tears…spoken so beautifully. I look forward to reading your memoir!