The Cupcake Phase.

WELL......HELLO EVERYONE!

It's 4 AM, so let me live on the typos.

This sh*t is crazy, right? I can't believe we all made it this far through this intense new decade but, as two wise young men by the names of DeAndre Cortez Way and Aubrey Graham once stated "N*gga, we made it." You guys have no idea how nervous I am about this blog but, I finally decided to step out on faith and give it a shot. This journey is definitely personal as well as extremely new. So...even though I'm new at this?

*DISCLAIMER ALERT*

PLEASE keep in mind that I am an artist. This is f*cking art to me. My life's journey, my downfalls, my numerous accomplishments and my various learning experiences are what define, shape and continue to mold me. This is something I've always wanted to achieve and now; I am finally f*cking free and I am finally f*cking here. With that being said, as much as I am open to change, vulnerable to this vast experience of a newfound voyage of self-expression, accepting of channeling beautifully illustrated & opinionated thoughts and being more than self-aware that I am now igniting a fire of continuous progression? Know wholeheartedly, this is me. This is for ME and how I feel. This is not a gossip corner to receive information from. Because frankly...what you THINK you got? You probably didn't get the sh*t. This ain't for ya'll clout-chasing a*s motherf*ckers who are here strictly just to see how I'm moving beyond you and the sh*t you talked about me thinking that it wasn't going to get back to me. This is not for you motherf*ckers who get in the club for free because you're f*cking the promoter. This is NOT for you b*tches who comment "YASS" under your "home girls" picture of her and her man, but is secretly f*cking her n*gga behind her back. This is not for you n*ggas that's indecisive. This is not for n*ggas that use your age and past experiences with toxic women as an excuse for not committing to a good one who would give you the world. This is not for the n*ggas who are toxic and have bad intentions for good women. This is not for n*ggas who are simp in the DM's but have Future plastered all over their social media....no. no. no. NO. no. no.

This is solely just a memoir. A personal journal, rather... in order to address how I feel. Just ME.

And don't get it twisted. I will ALWAYS be sensitive about my sh*t.

iight, so....I'm guessing this is the part where I introduce myself.

Por favor, take heed:

MEET THE EDITOR:

GREETINGS AND HUMBLE SALUTATIONS!

I am Kalyn R. Hilliard, a twenty-three year old first year Masters of Social Work graduate academician attending THE illustrious Florida Agricultural and Mechanical University. I am a TRUE Pisces. My birthday is a national holiday of commemoration within the Hip Hop community that pays significant tribute every year to lyrical legend Biggie Smalls. I lowkey think that's Bow-Wow's birthday, too but honestly...who cares? That n*gga don't even call himself Bow Wow anymore. Anyway's... I am originally from Gainesville, Florida by way of Patterson, Louisiana. I despise bananas. I am a coffee addict and am currently doing absolutely nothing to limit my caffeine dependency. My favorite color is green but I strongly dislike peas. Like, honestly...who invented those? People don't even like those sh*ts for real. And if they say they do? RUN.

I was raised predominantly in a single-parent household with the guidance my amazing mother, my grandparents and immediate family on my mother's side. Here's some pictures below because I love us just that much.

I would describe myself as an ambitious, impulsive and compassion-driven educated black woman who has overcome adversity (inter and intra-personally) in plenty of circumstances in order to get to where I am today. I am a lover of Neo-Soul and Trap Music. I love getting the last word AND the last laugh...there's no in-between. Being a Pisces, I can comfortably say that I have not come to terms with addressing nor perfecting my duality....and that's okay. I'm still learning. I am constantly working on it every day. To my fellow Pisces aunties' Jhene Aiko and Erykah Badu? You bring me joy and eternal peace. Insecure is my SH*T. S/o to Issa Rae for the masterpiece. I don't think my days are complete if I don't listen to SZA and Summer Walker at least once a day...but I HATE HER ATTITUDE. By her, I mean Summer. It's TRASH. I believe that Amy Winehouse changed the world for the better before her tragedy. Aaliyah and Left-Eye were taken from us way too soon. Frank Ocean has a sound that is un-describable and Brent Fiyaz is the Nayvadius DeMun Wilburn of modern R&B culture.

BTW: I make pretty bomb Apple Music playlists. Since I rambled about it, ya'll should really check me out.

To sum this all up (and to stop rambling because that's basically what the f*ck I just did up there....)

I am just a regular ambitious girl with a lot of flaws in this f*cked up world who dreams to do nothing more than to find her purpose. To create a purpose. To express myself. And to create a safe space for others to do the same.

And just by starting this? I believe I'm taking one giant step in the right direction.

Thank you for my loving mother for allowing me to understand that I can do anything that my heart and mind truly desires. Thank you to my wonderful best friends who've helped me every step of the way. Thank you for the nasty motherf*ckers who doubted me and had nothing but sh*t to talk; ya'll have helped me more than you know. Thank you to the f*ck n*ggas who made me. Thank you to my future husband who may be reading this who will save me. I appreciate all of the support, whether it be bad or good. This is a vague yet courageous start. Just give me some time, please subscribe to my blog, enter your contact info into the RK Kontact list and be prepared for me to take it to the next level;

in due time.

Well, here goes nothing. I hope you enjoy.

Much Love to you ALL.