Author Archives: French Girl In Brooklyn

The Sky

Versatile is the Sky Reflecting my inner desires Varies in shade and intensity According if it is noon or midnight The Night’s passionate indigo Expects the bright embrace of the pink morning light Unless the stormy clouds Start their impetuous fight Temporarily, that is Cause we all know that in the end It will alwaysContinue reading “The Sky”

#JustPlantingSeeds

“We accept the Love we think we deserve” If you are wondering If it’s not the moon and the stars If this made you think If you feel some type of way You probably deserve more #JustPlantingSeeds ©️ Daphne Mia Essiet, 2018

#Momentum

Shit’s complicated- but here we are: making the best of it. Beating the odds Breaking records we never knew existed Yet, too often living with restraint Tipi toeing around fragile egos. Their subconsciously know that the Power sipping through our pores must meticulously get washed away by judgement & ever so slightly policed, err’day WithContinue reading “#Momentum”

#TenGuiltyPleasures

1. Watching cat videos on Instagram 2. Roaming in Marshall’s for hours 3. Eating Nutella 4. listening to 90’s misogynist hip hop songs 5. Girls dancing on a pole 6. Internet shopping 7. Smoking Shisha 8. Sipping on Hendricks + Tonic + 3 lemons 9. Pretty boys 10. Your lips on mine #TenGuiltyPleasures ©️ DaphneContinue reading “#TenGuiltyPleasures”

#OnFriendzoning

The story of one way extrapolation The ultimate Trap. My Ego’s boosted whilst yours bruised I’ve been down this road before I know how it feels It feels just like tachycardia on blush cheeks Mixed emotions ’bout my Crush & my Feelings, & Crushed Feelings Deflected [Lust] interest My Ego’s bruised whilst his boosted IContinue reading “#OnFriendzoning”

#OnGrowing

Did we grew apart Or never were aligned? Were we ever asking the right questions? Attempting to ascertain causes For future references. I can’t afford emotionally taxing relationships no more and won’t subject myself to unnecessary burden I now value my time, health and soul too much to stretch anymore of it I regret IContinue reading “#OnGrowing”

The Form or How Moving to America Reshaped my Identity as a Black Woman

I was 23 the first time I was asked to officially identify my race. I had to fill an employment form and could only pick one option. The situation was anxiety-inducing because despite the fact of not being white, could I call myself black?  As long as I can remember, people always asked: “Tu esContinue reading “The Form or How Moving to America Reshaped my Identity as a Black Woman”

#ImHere

I used to be fearless But somehow, somewhere Things changed It took a while to heal It took a while but still- #ImHere Praise the little redheaded girl who pushed me – and I pushed her back: harder, to the floor – all because she was challenging my intellect. I knew how to spell “Oignon”!Continue reading “#ImHere”