RémydaPOET.

This ain’t no soft girl scrapbook. It’s a war journal dressed in poetry. I’m healing out loud, venting in verses, and turning every trigger into a testimony. ✨ Hood-wrapped healing. Ink-stained truth. ✨ If it’s too loud, scroll softer. If it’s too real, log off. Welcome to my sanctuary of smoke, scars, and scripture. I’m RémydaPOET—and I don’t write for the weak.

[flowetryvibez]

So no—I’m not always soft.

But I’m always real.

If you can’t handle the raw,

the loud thoughts, the quiet prayers,

and the journals soaked in both scripture and frustration—

this ain’t your corner of the internet.

I’m RémydaPOET.

Spirit-led, truth-fed, and done pretending to shrink.

#RémydaPOET #HealingInPublic #UnfilteredPeace #SpiritualNotSilenced #PinnedPost

[danikriatura]

#AssataShakur

[rah909]

Buffalo 🦬 Soldiers

[flowetryvibez]

2026.

Truth looks better on me

than peacekeeping ever did.

I stopped editing myself

for fragile comfort.

Code switching is a hobby now—

not a requirement.

Clarity isn’t cruelty.

Honesty isn’t hostility.

If my truth disrupts the room,

GOOD.

It needed to move!

2026 gets me AS IS.

mask off.

no cushioning.

just presence.

[liberaljane]

[flowetryvibez]

It could be you ANY DAY, SHOW SOME MF GRACEEEE 🗣️✨

[oggeminivenus]

[black-culture]

[bootyandgeekeries]

There is no American history without afro people.

Western movies never depicted that a quarter of all cowboys were believed to be of afro descendant communities.

They never told that many enslaved african men were already familiar with cattle herding before coming to America.

NB: Bass Reeves was no cowboy. He was BADASS tho

[rationales]

[free-my-mindd]

[sevenincheels]

[wheremymunyunn]

#pose

[snoopyoftheday]

snoopy of the day

[strongblackberries]

[wheremymunyunn]

[free-my-mindd]

[flowetryvibez]

Evicted Emotions

by RémydaPOET

No more free therapy sessions disguised as friendship.

i’ve swallowed too much silence for the sake of keeping peace.

Held space for folks who treat healing like a hobby,

and honesty like an attack.

My light attracts what ain’t ready for it.

then blames me when it burns.

But let’s be real—

the storm ain’t around you, sis.

it’s within.

and that shadow following you?

that’s not my sun dimming. that’s your own mess catching up.

You came to me for refuge,

but flinched when i showed up real.

You didn’t want truth—you wanted softness

You didn’t want love—you wanted agreement

You didn’t want a friend—

You wanted a mirror you could interrupt.

I’m not her.

No more soft landings for hard-headed hearts.

No more “bigger person” discounts.

No more soul ties with spirit leeches.

No more “be the bigger person” for folks still unraveling in grown people bodies.

You were a guest in my energy.

AND THE LEASE IS UP!!!

it’s giving archived.

it’s giving access denied.

it’s giving don’t say my name unless it’s followed by “thank you.”

From here on out?

Disengaged. Distant. Unfazed.

You’re not a villain—you’re just no longer relevant.

And i’m not mad.

Just healed enough to exit without explanation.

— RémydaPOET

🖕🏾✨ gracefully gone.