Sometimes the journey forward means going back
What if the man you thought would be your forever became a fleeting mirage, a lesson disguised as love? In “Trini’s Blues,” a deeply personal journey unfolds, revealing the story of a woman who embarked on a path to self-healing.
Told in the unique voice of Atlanta’s rising Indie author and poet, this memoir isn’t about him—it’s about her. It’s about following the breadcrumbs back to her beginning, understanding the choices that led her to heartbreak, and ultimately, finding the strength to choose herself.
“Trini’s Blues” captures a pivotal moment of transformation, where the pain of staying the same was finally outweighed by the desire for self-love. This book sheds the layers of shame and fear, embracing the healing power of sharing our stories.
What did she uncover about herself? How did she find the strength to break free and choose self-love? Dive into “Trini’s Blues” and discover the answers within her remarkable journey.
Sneak Peek
I wanted to see myself in his world. What do I look like? Am I kind and beautiful?
Am I the only one?
Well no, but am I the most important one?
I am his wife.
Truth is, in my world he is everything. He is beautiful. 6 feet with cocoa skin and floating locs. I imagined he had secrets inside of every coil and I wanted to know what exists in each. Precious. Guarded. What must be kept close to a crown so troubled and determined? Deep within rotating shafts that stretch pass every worry in search of something greater. Touching his constant, deep thought. Replaying every pain.
Organizing and storing what is sacred.
I twist them with my healing hands. Seeing the beauty in each locs imperfection. Sensing their struggle for survival and helping them along the way. Continuing the rotation at the same time exploring his crown and feeling close to my king. Reading his stories told from strand to strand and hearing his soul cry. Taking care as he rests between my thighs. He is beautiful.
Dark, mysterious eyes and grand cheekbones to the heavens. Pouty lips nested in the best goatee I’ve ever seen. Outlining few words expressed with the deepest vibrato the human ear can hear.
Every smile is so fresh and reassuring. Every touch, strong and gentle. Every hug is safe.
So powerful, cause I knew it took a lot for joy to rise from his shallow graves with headstones etched with grief.
here lie a child’s confidence and self-esteem
here lies an absent father
here lies an angry stepfather
here lies a blind mother
here lies a hungry and scared boy