C'Shae Monae

[makeuphall]

[fadical-deactivated20150420]

when an artist wants to show you their art

or a writer wants you to read what they’ve written

it’s quite often an expression of trust

because a poem or a story or a painting are often things that come from the heart

little pieces of the artists themselves

and if they’re willing to share it with you

you should appreciate it

[biuestnight-deactivated20221221]

THANK GOD SOMEONE KNOWS BECAUSE I SWEAR TO GOD WHEN I SHOW IT TO PEOPLE THEY THINK IM BRAGGING

[cshaemonae]

THANK YOU !

[cshaemonae]

Watching a vet show (cause I’m obsessed with dogs) and a cow had “twisted stomach,” which is where their stomachs literally get tangled, but was pregnant. To check if the cow was definitely pregnant the vet had to go ARM DEEP in this cow’s hooha😼😼 and I’m SHOOK. She did it with DEADEST face I’ve ever seen in MY LIFE 😭😭😭

[wnq-writers]

I am a different person to different people. Annoying to one. Talented to another. Quiet to a few. Unknown to a lot. But who am I, to me?

dream-jackson (via wnq-writers)

In desperate need of deep soul-searching

[jehovahhthickness]

I want my kids to grow up thinking “Damn I want to be just like my mom and be successful like her”.

Not “I can’t wait to grow up and make enough money so that my mom does not have to struggle anymore”.

[lightskinprblms-deactivated2017]

Are you only into black guys?

There’s nothing else to be into

[clamchowdurr-deactivated2022040]

💁🏾‍♂️💁🏾‍♂️💁🏾‍♂️💁🏾‍♂️

[protectblkwomen]

That answer made me feel good bout myself

[fuck-p3opl3-deactivated20180128]

Yessss for real tho !

[jaeswavy]

Tbvh.

[cshaemonae]

[buddhaprayerbeads]

A complete guide to develop a healthy soul. Come and find your type.

Follow back

[excitalizar-deactivated20180325]

[pigmentmagazine]

[cshaemonae]

Beautiful

[cshaemonae]

JAWS Be careful of sharks, that lurk in the seas of your tears. People with smiles that put the stars shine to shame and a tongue so smooth it could slick a snake from their skin. They offer you an umbrella when you mistakenly forget yours and wind up walking you to your front door and talking you into going out with them, “This saturday? Say..6? I’ll pick you up.” You have an evening that would put your past relationships to shame and a night you could never tell your mother about. Only to wake up in the morning to a note: Thanks for the good time

CShae Monae

[girldrug-deactivated20210513]

girls dont really want hood niggas they want the alpha male qualities of a hood nigga in a respectful intelligent caring black man

not hard losers

[poisonedblacklotus]

[cshaemonae]

PREACH

[cshaemonae]

Afternoon Tea

I could taste the lies

you spoke in the lemon

tea you poured at the table for me

after you told me my Chanel No. 5

perfume was too strong for you

but your heart still Waltzed for me

yet I stayed bolted to the table

while my tongue dipped into the

too-hot-to-drink tea and burned me.

[cshaemonae]

The Dance of Two Hearts

You waltzed into the front door

with an electric tuxedo that reminded me of

freshly made pancakes

in the morning and when

You kissed me on the corner of my mouth

all I could see were fireworks

being set up at a state fair

And even though we never made it to the party

our hearts danced all night long

in the closet

where my dress hung

because you never made it.

You stood me up.

[cshaemonae]

Heaven’s Angels

Where the past meets the present

to sit and watch the future disintegrate

is where we met.

Story after story about your childhood,

teen life and young adulthood

get spread across holidays throughout the year.

If someone gets drunk enough,

they’ll tell me about when you used to

get high before class or drunk before church.

When mom is feelings particularly open

she’ll share a story with me, like the one

about her flipping hot grits on your arm.

At night I lay awake, thinking you’ll come see me,

tell me how proud you are, apologize for being gone

and give me a million hugs and kisses.

I look out the window, the night has gone

and there was not a peep from you. I imagine

what you’d say to me if you ever got the chance to speak.

But, I can’t imagine those words because I don’t

know your voice. And those hugs and kisses are

unfamiliar because I’m a stranger to your touch.

[cshaemonae]

Honestly in need of a solo vacation with a polaroid and no cell phone 💆🏽‍♀️

[cshaemonae]

Heaven’s Angels

Where the past meets the present

to sit and watch the future disintegrate

is where we met.

Story after story about your childhood,

teen life and young adulthood

get spread across holidays throughout the year.

If someone gets drunk enough,

they’ll tell me about when you used to

get high before class or drunk before church.

When mom is feelings particularly open

she’ll share a story with me, like the one

about her flipping hot grits on your arm.

At night I lay awake, thinking you’ll come see me,

tell me how proud you are, apologize for being gone

and give me a million hugs and kisses.

I look out the window, the night has gone

and there was not a peep from you. I imagine

what you’d say to me if you ever got the chance to speak.

But, I can’t imagine those words because I don’t

know your voice. And those hugs and kisses are

unfamiliar because I’m a stranger to your touch.

[cshaemonae]

Heaven’s Angels

Where the past meets the present

to sit and watch the future disintegrate

is where we met.

Story after story about your childhood,

teen life and young adulthood

get spread across holidays throughout the year.

If someone gets drunk enough,

they’ll tell me about when you used to

get high before class or drunk before church.

When mom is feelings particularly open

she’ll share a story with me, like the one

about her flipping hot grits on your arm.

At night I lay awake, thinking you’ll come see me,

tell me how proud you are, apologize for being gone

and give me a million hugs and kisses.

I look out the window, the night has gone

and there was not a peep from you. I imagine

what you’d say to me if you ever got the chance to speak.

But, I can’t imagine those words because I don’t

know your voice. And those hugs and kisses are

unfamiliar because I’m a stranger to your touch.