D Flo'essence

06/21/2025

My Juneteenth performance! Thank you to all that support me! 🥰

04/17/2025

Dear Diary,

How great is my worth in a 24k lined society if...?

Money doesn’t drive me. It navigates my being more so, like a flotation device over the ragged terrains of life. Avoiding the stall of movement in the flow of an unforgiving society. A vest of necessity squeezing me tight like a brief lift before the swerve over cliffs and I have always been afraid of heights. Flight delayed by the unpaid lien on already broken wings.

So, I stay mindful, aware that the rise of dollars bills blur the boundary lines of inked envy. Staged like trees of life, along the false paths of greener grass. Causing me to clutch my humanity closer. Somebody has to hold her.

In hindsight, as I grow older, I don’t mind being perceived a loser in the gain of wisdom. Somehow, I’ve gathered more tokens of misery than heart coined quotes of love and trust were given, in all my years of living, but I know currency can’t buy soul security.

The poor may seem meek in voice. Depleted against the lore of power and greed that twists the definition of need. But best believe paper can't cut through the rough of my skin protecting the veins in my neck from fresh checks on my existance. As if revisions to my reality can be freely given like multiplied dividends on my time spent wandering. Only my feet know the throb of its pondering.

And so, I have found that I don’t need a polished crown to help round down 360 degree rotations of struggle, in the run of 365 battles with the sun…constantly re-done. As if a blanket of treasures could ever relieve the cold nights. As if I could print enough sheets to cover the cost of my life and still feel light. I’m not buying into that.

I have no regrets in my craving for equality in quality, shunning the temptation of quantified loans to ease strife’s bets. Matter of fact, if I found a hundred pennies, that’s a dollar against the hardship piggy banking the heart in my chest. Sustaining my humble.

Even when my stomach grumbles…

D. Flo'essence~2025
Excerpt from: The Diary of a Human Being

02/04/2025

Her Abode of Fantasy

She decided life was just fantasy…

It’s easier,
Like Sunday morning memories,
Cartooned scenarios
Pleasing to the crave of childhood means…
When anything was everything and possibilities succeed,
An alternate to the state of reality

Kinda like adulthood unseen...

So, she only sees what deceives grief.
Dreams weaved into mountains
As hope floats upon leaves
Siphoned by a mental fueled breeze,
Then watch them gently touch the streets…
A crutch to beaten feet
Healing as it sweeps her across those gold lined roads
Where anyone can walk free,

No bended knee…

Cuz, judgement never bears fruit from the giving tree,
It manifests seeds
That feed as much love as one’s soul can conceive,
A life force within her fantasy,
Of course...

When she made her choice,
To shine in mindful beauty of the sun,
Lifted in the narrative run of her own voice
Leaving reality a close second,
Only to be let in, when...

Humanity sends love letters to her heart…again.

D. Flo~2025

11/23/2024

Sometimes I open my eyes
Only to see bars confining memories,
Holding down the block against visions of better days,
And the only way to explore hope is to reach through tiny spaces
Just to trace my fingers through the grace of mental freedom
Believing I will snag a nail
On peace of mind that day…D. Flo~2024

09/03/2024

09/03/2024

Facts!

🤣🤣🤣

07/13/2024

✨ ARTIST SHOWCASE SPOTLIGHT: DEBBIE ALLEN ✨
Debbie M. Allen is a Philadelphia native who has been a resident of Three Rivers, MI since 2015. She is a proud member of Watershed Voice / Main Street Media board of directors. In addition, she is a poet and author of three poetry books.

She began sharing her spoken art in 2021, performing at the Watershed Voice Artist Showcase. She has been a loyal participant every year since. In 2022 she became the first poet to perform at the Three Rivers Harmony Fest. She expanded her craft in 2023, with a repeat performance at Harmony Fest, which included a commemorative piece in honor of the 30th anniversary, and an appearance at the first Three Rivers Pride Festival. She continues to explore her passions daily, while remaining an active member of her community.

Follow Debbie on her page, D Flo'essence.

07/13/2024

Mary Jane

When I first met Mary Jane
Her spirit lifted me to heights,
That shook me from the cold of exhaustion
To an exhaust piped insight,
Just a slight finger twitch before the ignite into light…
Getting to know her was like
Being slowly stroked
In the smoke
Without the clouding of sight...
So, even those tears in the choke,
Flowed more like streams
Able to dream of the tickle of green
As the overflow of emotions
Bypass the waterfalls, y’all

Learning how to swim at last...

Her sessions were a
Decompression
A blast of hippie past
But instead of flower power…
It’s flowered gas
You gotta survive 2 puffs,
Before you can pass her class
Because if yall know Mary Jane
She’ll tell you everything you need to know
Before you flick that first ash

She be whipping some ass!

Memories be paraphernalia in the trail of burnt grass
S**t! I was answering questions before she even asked
Incriminating mental points,
In bed freaking joints in the dark before I sparked

Mary Jane had me spilling my heart…

Staring at resin rings, remembering all those rings promised me at the start
But they were never able to match,
Had me grinding two parts.
Mad my bag half full,
And they chillin' couch locked

Leave it to Mary Jane to open Pandora’s box...

It ain’t always what you want, but it's what you got
Forced to elevate quick
To figure out what you're not
She put that s**t on paper
Sealed to perfection
Minimal loose leaf dropped…

Then mind popped me back to the times of nursery rhymes around the block of childhood street light clocks, when surviving the smoke that hazed my night…
Was like a hot box into the euphoria of life,
No peace pipes
Just Raw sheets
And the solo effort to rub out the crease
As Mary Jane goes deep,
A mind creep…

Squeezing my brain like a headband strained to contain the flames…
Knowing Mary Jane Unrestrained can’t maintain the frame of broken mirrors,
She turns smokescreens
Into truth bearers,
And even in the Haze
Mary Jane makes everything clearer,
Loose joints running towards her release
Blunt in her word on the street
To veer left of those inhibitions And roll with peace

So I chief heat in belief of
Maryjane...

Singing her name to the heights of Reggae fame
She the only support system that never changed...
Heart a big ass bowl,
And her soul
Well…
That’s Propane!
From Hashing out pins and needles to dabbing out growing pains
And I swear every sesh with Mary Jane
Relaxes my brain,
Then levitates me beyond
The grief of societal pains,
Weeding through the disdain.
So, every cough is a gut reaction gained
From each dime dropped through multiple strains,

Mary Jane...

I’m all in my friend…
And I stay waiting for you to hit up the spot,
So we can burn through thoughts again…

D. Flo~2024

02/23/2024

I appreciate all the birthday love I have gotten over the past couple of days from everyone!!! I definitely feel the love! 🥰😍❤️💞

12/29/2023

As 2023 comes to a close, I'd like to draw attention to a great cause in support of journalism. This year, Watershed Voice (community supported journalism) is participating in the Newsmatch campaign which matches dollar for dollar in donations received.

Over the past few years Watershed Voice has become a pillar in my community (Three Rivers, MI.) Not only is it a predominant (award winning) news source for a smaller town (often forgotten) but it is also a support system to other community organizations, beaconing diversity and awareness.

As a non-profit organization surviving on the support and donations of its community, it can be challenging to stay afloat. So, every dollar matters and with the help of Newsmatch, every dollar counts as two! 🥰 What a huge opportunity this is for Watershed Voice!!

If you'd like to lend your support, any donation is appreciated! The donation link can be found within the following article...

https://www.watershedvoice.com/2023/12/26/haak-frost-six-days-five-grand-to-go/

or you can donate via:
Venmo () Cashapp ($WatershedVoice)

All donations are tax deductible! A huge thank you to all in advance! 🥰🥰

A message from Executive Editor and Publisher Alek Haak-Frost regarding the final six days of Watershed Voice's year-end fundraising campaign.