Kayla Maryam 8/4/25 Kayla Maryam 8/4/25

Does It Feel (A Poem for the Slow Burn) inspired by D’Angelo

Kayla Maryam 7/22/25 Kayla Maryam 7/22/25

The spirit of a wildflower

In the garden of Becoming Herrss, the wildflower is more than a symbol. She is memory, prayer, and proof of every Black woman who bloomed when no one watered her. She grows in places she was never meant to survive, cracks in concrete, soil that forgot her name, and still, she rises. This movement was born from that kind of becoming. From the ache of women who carried too much in silence. From the softness we were told was weakness. From the wisdom that lives in our wounds.

Kayla Maryam 7/21/25 Kayla Maryam 7/21/25

Don't Forget Me, Just Remember Me

Hey you… do you remember me? I’m the little girl beneath the armor the one who held you when no one else did. I was your arms before you ever learned to fly, your voice before you knew you had one. I kept you safe in the silence,

Kayla Maryam 7/18/25 Kayla Maryam 7/18/25

From Wild Flower To Another

Becoming Herrss is for Black women. For our healing. Our joy. Our voices. This space is rooted in my experience as a Black woman, and I won’t water that down. I can’t speak for what I haven’t lived. But if something here speaks to you, even if you’re not Black, I hope you sit with it. Healing isn’t limited by race or background. Healing is spirit work, and spirit work reaches beyond what the eyes can see.

Kayla Maryam 7/14/25 Kayla Maryam 7/14/25

From 17 to 77: Laying the Foundation Brick by Brick

When I first revamped my YouTube channel a few months ago, I had maybe 12… maybe 17 subscribers. A small number, but even then, I knew it wasn’t about the numbers. It was about alignment.

Kayla Maryam 7/13/25 Kayla Maryam 7/13/25

Grieving the Old Me While Holding the Vision

Tonight, I’ve been thinking. It’s one of those emotional nights where everything bubbles up at once. Sometimes, it’s just hard to believe in yourself. Hard to see yourself somewhere big when all you’ve known is survival. For most of my life, I’ve been in that mode: survive, survive, survive. And now that I’m trying to dream bigger, to build something more, I’m realizing how much grief comes with it.

Kayla Maryam 7/1/25 Kayla Maryam 7/1/25

A Bottle of Water and a Bag of Chips, but It Still Didn’t Feel Like Enough

Kayla Maryam 6/18/25 Kayla Maryam 6/18/25

I Don’t Know What it Feels Like to be Safe.

My wounds go deep. I wish I was joking, but I’m not. This is my reality. And while I know I’m healing, I also know I’ll need a partner one day who doesn’t just tolerate my scars but holds them gently. Someone who wraps me in emotional safety and reminds me that I don’t have to perform to be loved. That I don’t have to be in survival mode anymore. Someone who reminds me that softness is safe. That I am safe.

Kayla Maryam 6/2/25 Kayla Maryam 6/2/25

You Don’t Owe Them Shit

I used to wrestle with not saying anything. I felt like silence made me look bitter. Like if I was really healed, I would sit down and “have the talk.” But sometimes silence is sacred. Sometimes no contact is the most honest form of love, for yourself. Sometimes not saying anything is your closure. I owe myself more than I owe them. I owe myself peace, not people-pleasing. I owe myself clarity, not confusion. I owe myself safety, not more trauma wrapped in guilt. I owe myself growth, not recycling pain with people who refuse to change.

Kayla Maryam 5/30/25 Kayla Maryam 5/30/25

🌑 The Girl That Kissed the Moon 🌑

One night she whispered, “I’m ready to feel,” tired of pretending, tired of the steel. She kissed the moon like a prayer in the dark, and it lit up the sky with the flame in her heart. It didn’t ask her to be polite or be still it welcomed her wounds and honored her will. In that sacred kiss, generations were freed pain unraveling like forgotten seed. Her ancestors wept in the quietest tune, because she did what they couldn’t she kissed the moon.

Kayla Maryam 5/29/25 Kayla Maryam 5/29/25

Are You My Blues?

I want a love like the music spilling from a midnight juke joint, raw, alive, and wrapped in sweat and laughter. A love that moves through my bones like the bass drum calling spirits to dance, the saxophone wailing like the moon singing back to the sky. This love is ancient, a blessing carved from the cosmos itself. It is the blessing God bestowed when He scattered stars and said, “Let there be light,” and I was born into that light, destined to be real. Even the Martians had to make room for our slow dance on red dust under a blue moon, not because we merely deserve it, but because this love is as old as time.

Kayla Maryam 5/27/25 Kayla Maryam 5/27/25

Money Gives People an Ego They Don’t Truly Embody

That’s what real wealth looks like. Not just the kind that fills your wallet, but the kind that fills your spirit. So don’t let money fool you. Don’t let ego dress itself up in gold and pretend to be confidence. Build your peace first. Build your self-worth, your healing, and your sense of identity. Because that is something no dollar amount can buy.

Kayla Maryam 5/27/25 Kayla Maryam 5/27/25

I danced with that devil

But here’s the thing I want to be real about. I own my responsibility in this too. I should have cut them off long ago. I should have protected myself better. But I didn’t. Why? Because I lacked love for myself. Because my self-worth was so low, I thought I deserved the pain or that maybe, just maybe, they would change. It takes two to tango, and I sure did tango. I danced with that devil. I stayed in a toxic rhythm that only brought me harm.

Kayla Maryam 5/27/25 Kayla Maryam 5/27/25

Where the Silence Lives

And it’s not just the big headlines. Sometimes it’s the local names you never forget. I remember my old neighbor, Zachary Bernhardt. A missing boy from Clearwater, Florida. He’s been on my mind a lot lately. It’s been 23 years. He vanished from his apartment in the middle of the night and was never found. His case became one of the longest actively running Amber Alerts in the country. And still, no answers. No closure. Just silence where a child should’ve grown up.

Kayla Maryam 5/13/25 Kayla Maryam 5/13/25

I Have a 3D Aura And I’m Not Dimming It for Nobody

For a long time now, I didn’t give a fuck. And I still don’t. I’m just finally putting it into words. I’ve always felt the weird energy. The side-eyes. The fake laughs. The shift in the room when I show up and don’t fold. I clock it all. And I used to try to understand it, to decode it, to make sense of why people act funny around me when I’ve done nothing but exist. The truth is, bitches are weird. And I get it, but at the same time, I really don’t.