Ms. Kitti

the feminine urge to smoke an enormous joint in a tiny silk dress and a kitten heel while discussing the spiritual significance of being completely inaccessible to mediocre men.

Let your old habits find out you mean business.

It’s funny how being a beautiful Black woman with brains, street smarts, and depth still seems to surprise people in 2026. 😂😭

Baby, I can be pretty, spiritual, self-aware, and have some damn sense. My mind stays working, and my creativity stays flowing. 😂

I’m a whole woman with a world of my own inside me. The beauty is just one part of the experience. 🤎✨

Never step into my realm without an offering✨🍃🕯️

Mama said lock the door at night
But nobody told me danger could smile that bright
Incense burning, TV low
I learned how to leave without leaving home
Your shadow sat heavy on my skin
Like perfume that never lets the fresh air in I was counting patterns in the ceiling paint
Trying not to turn into a ghost again
And I said...
Mmm, maybe I'm dramatic Mmm, maybe I imagined
The way my body froze like winter clothes
Hanging in a dark closet
I scrub my arms in lavender rain
Still wake up feeling your fingerprints
In places nobody can see
Now silence sleeps next to me And all my mirrors learned to lie They keep saying "girl, you fine" But my eyes keep flickering Like a motel sign at midnight
You spoke sweet like melted gold
That's how wolves survive the cold
I was young enough to trust Anything wrapped inside "love"
Now I dance around the kitchen slow
Bare feet on broken haloes
Tryna make peace with the girl Who disappeared when the hallway closed
The moon watched through the blinds
But heaven stayed quiet that night
Guess even angels look away
When the truth don't sound polite
I hear my name coming back to me
Through the smoke and the memories Through the cracked glass symphony
I'm still here
I'm still here
No, I won't say what happened You can hear it in the spaces Between every note I sing Between every note I sing...



-Zahyna