Category: Hard work

• November 10, 2025

  Overflowing Lov3

  Believing in a love that only we can see
• May 24, 2024

  What Business

  I do my Father’s work Built my dreams from clay Breathing the breath of life onto dirt No matter how long it takes  I’m gonna hustle till it hurts   Love always, Ayesha 
• May 22, 2024

  Journal Entry: Betrayal

  This week, I found out that someone I respected was plotting against me. It irritated me a little. I felt shook and disturbed by the reality that I misjudged their character. How do I move forward? Without being disappointed by the reality that I have been betrayed. Oftentimes, we build rapports with people only to…
• September 19, 2023

  Trying

  Sometimes the hardest part about not giving up is realizing that you still have to try. In a day and age, where so many of the things we do is on social media often people despise small beginnings. But everyday we rise instead of succumbing to degradation is a new opportunity to outlive and overcome…
• January 23, 2023

  Blow My Way

  There are days when I woke up to my boyfriend But I only thought of you If you were okay? And if you met anyone new? I dreamed that I would run into you In the city That we would have a second chance A last hurrah A final dance To be caught in a…
• October 7, 2022

  Working

  This has been my life as of late… Enjoy Work till your knees bend under the pressure Sweat till your muscles feel the burn Add the hustle to your tussle Mix in that grind time With the crack of a smile half used The hard days will pay off in a little awhile Until then……
• March 25, 2022

  Blind

  We crave the beauty of equality but ignore the needs of the blind. Equity is easy to speak of but hard to design. Love always, Esha <3
• March 5, 2022

  Get Them Feet Moving

  Sore feet are exquisite! They are the bedrock of hard work and dedication. So let the pinky toes swell. As soles that were once dry turn moist and clammy to keep from overheating. Get some powder for perspiration and keep on pushing. Enjoy the discomfort that comes from shoes well traveled. Your hopes will touch…
• December 10, 2021

  Ten Toes Down

  This poem is dedicated to my Dad. Ten Toes Down I reach for my phone to dial you at home… only to realize you’re gone. I tried to forget about you. My heart wanted to move on, but I get lost playing hopscotch on the number of our memories. I’m at a thousand, but I…