I created this because I’ve lived it. I know what it feels like to have a son in jail. To wait. To worry. To hold everything together on the outside while someone you love is on the inside. That experience shaped me — and it inspired me to build something that didn’t exist. WhenYouGettinOut is now live. A private web app offering resources, reminders, motivation, and support for anyone waiting on a loved one or navigating re‑entry. If this is your reality, or someone you love’s reality, this app space was built with you in mind. whenyougettinout.com

Be love while you’re here. And when you grow, heal, and rise — let that love keep moving through you. That’s the work. That’s the legacy.

Let me put you in the game— filled with abuse, drenched in shame. Don’t forget all the pain. You’re only loved if you can make at least five hundred a night. And deep down, you know that ain’t right. It’s a place where you’re asked to choose— but either way, you’re gonna lose. So you go with the one who won’t beat you the most. You drug tricks, you rob them too, then stand in the same spot again— get picked up, then fucked up too. A job where you’re just looked at like a piece of meat— they can get another you up the street. No name, no story, just skin and heat. And when they’re done, you don’t stick around. You have a pimp— he sells you a dream, says you guys are now a team. But what does he do? He ain’t never with you. So where is the protection? They just lay back and wait for their pay. Motivate you to “Get back out there— another day.” by Rosalind P. Steed

The darkness brings your touch Daylight, your silence I long for more Even if just a speck or crumb Heart aching I wish you could be Who you say you are Hanging on by a thread But still holding It’s me who wants it I look for it every day Pretending Like it’s all okay Fooling Myself You fooling me Making me think harder How much more can I do And still not ready to give up

Still I rise and still I stand. I try so hard to be the best that I am. I can be free I can be loved I can be everything from above. My wings grew and I can feel them. May God let this journey be a beautiful feeling 🙏🏽 I can now let go of the old and welcome the new. Because within seconds my life can be brand new. Letting go release me from stagnancy. Shall my wings set me free 🦋 The cocoon phase is finally gone Now I am able to blossom on top of my throne. The light needs dark and the dark needs the light. I am bright as a star at night. ⭐ My time has come and my time is near. But still I rise and still I am HERE 🫂 ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ ❤️