Reading is an artform... Reading books, this isn't part of the current conversation... This is a slaying, dragging having people gagging. Reading for flith... Surgical etymology, so precise... The person doesn't realize, limbs are missing. Unable to calculate the volume of blood loss.. More devastating than a five punch combination... The ones where bodies are jerking involuntarily. Knocked out, but eyes stuck open.... The pen so sharp, all its edges are laced with poison... Yet, we have ignorant people drawn to the blood letting.... I think we should give.. The Great Read award annually... The category for historic and master crafted, Reads.... The legends of Black Sisters, Poets, and Drag Queens... Bringing sharp tongues and inflammatory wit... Carving out, don't come for me, unless I summon you moments.... Some of my favorite lines of old... "When I call your name, I will shake your chain." That tone and those words are not welcome here... You have mistaken me, for someone you're sleeping with. Or...someone that cares.... Leaving your feelings on the ground will cause them to be trampled... I have 0 😱 fu€ks to give... I am neither the one nor the two... Better to play in traffic while slapping your bald headed mammy... May you awaken with a mouth full of jock itch... Which is why, I don't shake hand with shit... By your level of comprehension, it's a know fact, your mom and dad are brother and sister... One can fix a broken smile, unfortunately there isn't a cure for stupid... Now, attend to making merry with the curb, it's adept for myopic minds like yours... The Great Read... the school of cutting out hearts and snipping of balls... Just a reminder, don't incite the ire of a Poet... Lyrically yours, MydNite Renaissance ❤️‍🩹

I love the rain. Hearing those droplets.. Creating Gentle Melodies... Washing my spirit... Baptizing my heart... Calming and comforting my soul. This transfers to my love for music.. Thousands of songs give homage to rain.... Some which freed me to... Wash my brokenness... While standing outside... Face up, mixing with my tears. Crying openly, clearing mental agony.. [🎶 Tears, Tears...falling down like the rain... Tears, Tears another heart knows my pain..] Currently where I sit, I am watching rain clouds... Awaiting my old friend the rain... Making my pen open... The sights and sounds on the metal... Music making rhythms...songs.. Writing with my heart... Listening, liberated, feeling emotional... Surrounded by Gentle Melodies... [🎶 Tears, Tears...falling down like the rain... Tears, Tears another heart knows my pain.. Now, I don't have to hide my eyes... 🎶 and those tears become a good cry....] Lyrically yours, MydNite Renaissance ❤️‍🩹 Copyright ©️ 2026 ML Cox Media

There's a message in the music Team X where, are you? Code talkers...walking on Frenetic Energy... Beastly beat, line electric. Electronica that schism Takes me to NY Underground Poppers, shirtless muscle dudes... Puffing a J behind the bar Staying out all night dancing.. Meeting the Sun, outside the club. Running home to shower.. Back out the door to work. Fried egg between bread.. Nap in the backroom Second wind...smiling... That Sister from the Bar.. Remembered me.. Slid me her number... Clocked out... Used the company phone. You going to NY Pride??? Yes...would love to ... Escort you... Hit the dance at the Palladium. Saw you free your body.. Morse Code..hot cords.. Maybe we can read each other...beep beep beep... Lyrically yours, MydNite Renaissance ❤️‍🩹

You come from a family of tall Black Women with big feet. Don't be ashamed of your height... Embrace the blessing... You are a natural beauty... Then, why do I feel like an ugly ducking? Why does beauty feel like a trap? Attention brings, sexual assault wrapped in.... Words of condemnation of being female... Embodied as a Woman... Without autonomy of being human with rights... Still considered only property... A vessel to be used up... Get over the attack, boys will be boys. That is the privilege, our entitlement... It's a man's world, welcome to rape culture. Shoulders Back, head up, dry your eyes... This experience happens to fifty percent of Black Sisters... Alone not in it...Not in it alone... Broken bodies are everywhere... Why aren't Black Sisters worth saving? I am tired, so tired... Killing isn't an option Wish it was!!! Lyrically yours, MydNite Renaissance ❤️‍🩹

If I could write consistently, it would be about love. The inspiration is the answer for our community. We all have a gift to give a point of inspiring in gratitude. Exhaling in trees running, hello world. While the cat's away, I hug trees... Sit on the memories... Weave them into stories... The fabric rich with intention. I see you... Learned through covid how to be with myself. Some people want community, but in small doses. Desire and immersive experience, which is why I attend, festivals. Family...adventures or watching the seasons... My eyes a gateway to the spirit. Life is a spectacle of beautiful collisions... Dare you hug more trees. Let your mind roam... Soaking in, observing, converting energy... Blooming etymology into showers.. Cleansing the soul and heart with healing... This parchment fertile ground or scorched earth... Both a source of growth... Your story unfolding only you can provide the narrative The majestic property of letting the pen go. The exercise of introspection is.... Intentional listening springing forth blossoms... Lyrically yours, MydNite Renaissance ❤️‍🩹