Metaphorical RJ

📔 September 5, 2026 | 5:35 AM

Six, seven months since I opened up Ableton.

I came across a sample loop in a pack …Mad Keys had it up on his website and something about it just asked me to write.

So I did.

And yes, this poem will read like a love poem. It sounds like I’m talking about my wonderful love bug. I’m not — or not only. He is wonderful, and I cherish him deeply, but this one isn’t for him.

This one is for my life.

I’m personifying it. Making it the person I’m falling in love with. Because I have my dream job. I’m building my dream nonprofit. I’m chasing my dream degree, my dream apartment, my dream car — this whole new life I’ve built from nothing but decision after decision to keep going.

I think we should romanticize our lives more.

My life right now is better than the one I had a year ago, two years ago — even if from the outside it still looks like a basement room in my parents’ house and a car that’s seen better days. I am still, completely, in love with it.

I am happy to be alive.

I am a su***de survivor. I am a survivor of more than one kind of abuse. And this morning, at 5:35 AM, I got to write a love letter to a life I built for myself out of the wreckage.

Happy Su***de Prevention Month.

Shoutout to Mad Keys for the loop that cracked this open.

I recorded this a year ago. Encouraging myself that I am “ok.” I can “move forward.” I’m happy that I listened. I was hurt, angry and s*icid*l. I thought I knew was love was, but I was cheated on, kicked out of my own home, laid off from my job and living in my parents basement. I felt like a burden. I didn’t feel like moving any more. But I have so many videos of me singing this song…teary eyed…angry…happy… everyday I sang this song. Here I am a year later. In love with myself, doing what I love and not letting Go of my life, but letting go of the anger.

I’m happy to be here. I’m happy to be breathing. Im Happy to be alive.

📓 July 1, 2026 | 5:15 AM

This song has been stuck in my head since I heard sing it at The Altar Call. If you haven’t been... you need to go.

But it got me thinking.

I keep telling myself the same things. I wanna get back into the music scene. I wanna perform. I wanna create. But somewhere along the way my divorce pushed people away from me... and I let it push me away from myself too. From my art. From the spaces I used to thrive in.

And I’ve cried about it. A lot.

Enough to fill a river honestly.

But there comes a point where you’ve cried enough over spilled milk. You don’t keep crying... you just get new milk. New features. New music. New shows. New everything.

So that’s where I am this morning.

I’m done crying over this river. It’s time to wade in it. Baptize myself in it. Look back at everything I’ve been through and decide... this river will not drown me.

I’m gonna build myself a boat and get across it.

The river I cried became the very thing I needed to cross over into my next chapter.

🤍 | .altarcall y’all should really go.

📓 June 24, 2026 | 6:53 AM

This morning I almost drove past her.

I see her every morning walking to the bus stop with her baby. But something tugged at me today. I drove past her... and then I turned around.

I’m glad I did.

She’s a single mom. Lives with her dad. Saving every dollar to get her first apartment and her first car. And despite everything she’s carrying... she had the biggest smile on her face. Happy to have somewhere to stay. Happy to have a way to get to work. Happy to have a job.

And she reminded me of me. Last year. Post separation. Laid off. No car. Just me, my baby, and the bus route I had memorized by heart. Drop baby off at daycare.Pick her up after. Take the bus back home.

That was my life for a while.

Until I got my job. And then a week later I bought my first car. And things just started going up.

I forget that sometimes. I forget where I started.

I’m twenty three years old. I started working at sixteen. And now I’m in the medical field, building toward becoming a nurse, a practitioner, a wife, a mother to more than one child. On the outside it may not look like where I want to be... but I’ve come a long way.

And she reminded me of that without even knowing it.

She also made me think... how many of you would have stopped? We pass people every single day. We see their struggle and keep moving. How many people stopped and checked in on me when I said I was struggling? When I was open about my pain on here?

Be a little kinder. You never know what someone is carrying.

And don’t forget where you started.

Let it go sis ft

yo, it’s your girl metaphorical 🖤

and I’m so excited to introduce one of our featured voices for The Postpartum Poet…

✍🏾🔥

an amazing mother of two beautiful babies,
you may know her from “A Single Mother’s Freestyle”
a piece that didn’t just go viral… it validated so many women.

a poet who doesn’t just write… she bleeds truth onto the page.
her words carry weight, softness, and that kind of honesty you can’t fake.

this is for the women healing
the mothers finding themselves again
the ones doing it all… even when nobody sees them.

she’s stepping onto the Postpartum Poet stage not just to perform
but to shift the room.

tap in, feel it, and witness it live.
May 9, 2026 🌸

and in honor of National Women’s Month… this one is for us. 🤍

now don’t forget… 🍼✨

our Postpartum Product Drive is March 29th
10:30am–4:30pm
📍 HealingSheGotFaith

we’re collecting diapers, wipes, postpartum care + more for moms and babies right here in the St. Louis community.

because support shouldn’t stop after birth.

link in bio to donate 💗
pull up. bring a pack. bring love.

Welcome to Bass & Baarz. 🎵
on the bass 🎸rj on the bars 📝