Check out some highlights from this Girl’s night out Soiree from Saturday 3/30/19(held at 1218 Arch street /Architecture & Design Museum) #Philly
There was so much networking, love & support from Philadelphia!!!
Check out some highlights from this Girl’s night out Soiree from Saturday 3/30/19(held at 1218 Arch street /Architecture & Design Museum) #Philly
There was so much networking, love & support from Philadelphia!!!
This past weekend I had an opportunity to attend & be a vendor at the “Black & Owning It” event in Philly (my hometown) and it was amazing!!
Allyse Pierce, a friend from elementary school, told me that she was putting together an event where young Black entrepreneurs would get together and showcase their talents.
A lot of vendors from the Tri-State area got together at the Majestic Ballroom (800 W Olney ave) and collectively put on an awesome event. There was plenty of networking, great music & food, spoken word, motivational speaking & encouragement…just an all around amazing event!
Check out a few highlights below:
Mystiky Maquillage beauty products & “An Ode to the “Good Girl””
After I was extended this invitation (a few months ago) I was a little nervous/insecure and questioned if I really had anything special to offer.
I considered backing out of the event (thinking that maybe I wouldn’t be too successful) but I am so glad I put my fears aside and went for it!
Sometimes WE are solely responsible for OUR OWN downfalls, missed opportunities and lack of success. I just read a quote from Kimora Lee Simmons: “if you’re shy, get the hell over it, you’re slamming the door in your own face” and this is 100% true!
I’m speaking from experience when I implore you to do everything you’re terrified to do!
If your dreams scare you, you’re on the right track! And like Colin Kaepernick says in the Nike ad says: “don’t ask if your dreams are crazy, ask if they’re crazy enough”!!
Thank you so much for the opportunity!!
I was encouraged and I am so motivated to keep pushing forward.
I mentor young girls by promoting self-expression through craft (creating beauty products; lipstick & lip gloss) and poetry writing.
Young Loud Proud is a safe space for young people to break stereotypes, promote diversity & inclusion, to promote self-expression and to learn crafts. I was bullied in school for my features and even my name and instead of sharing my emotions with anyone I would write short stories and poetry (mostly addressed to my future self). I was bullied for my physical features (my big lips) but I’ve turned that into motivation for my beauty line: Mystiky Maquillage.
I want to expand my business and reach by traveling around the United States and conducting interviews for the”Young Loud Proud” blog (with my campaign “I like me” promoting self-love/care). I want to teach young people to embrace and love themselves through poetry writing and the creation of beauty products from scratch. This prize money will help with travel costs & accommodations, materials for creating beauty products, and reserving small venues for presentations.
If you’re going to be Young, Loud, and Proud you’ve got to look good doing it… right?
That’s what I was thinking the moment I decided to officially open an Etsy shop and launch my uniquely, homemade beauty products.
I want to create products that are going to make girls & women smile and enhance their best facial features: lips!
I’ve always wanted to become an entrepreneur and I finally found my niche.
If you’re like me you may find it hard to find a color that you think is suitable for everyday wear or maybe you’re just gaining the confidence to wear bright colors well #PBL has a ton of nude colors to choose from, tinted colors with purple, red & pink undertones!
Think your lips are too small for a particular color or just too BIG? I’m here to tell you there’s no such thing as the wrong color and with Pretty Big Lips each shade is uniquely crafted with you in mind!
Here’s a few shades I’ve created so far:
For updates/a sneak peek into the process of creating my beauty products you can always check out my Instagram page, story & story highlights (@mystik.y / highlights: “YLPlippie”)
I love my lips (I want you to fall in love with yours too)!!
It’s an amazing feeling when you’re able to embrace things about yourself especially if they were once insecurities.
I was teased all throughout my childhood for my “soup coolers” & “Jay-Z lips” now, women are paying BIG bucks to have their lips look like mine. Ha!
Although it took a while for some people to see the beauty in my African features I always knew how poppin my lips were I was just a bit insecure to wear any color on them; I would think about how dramatic each color appeared and be insecure but those days are over!
I love my pretty big lips so why not make an honest living with them!? —> this isn’t supposed to be an inappropriate joke.
(Also not a joke! Email me if you wouldn’t mind if I pop up with #PRETTYBIGLIPS & “An Ode to the “Good Girl”” near you: email@example.com)
Two years ago, I started making my own lipstick and gloss as a craft and fun hobby but the more I practice the more I see the potential in creating a great entrepreneurial opportunity.
Enjoy a short DIY video to show a little of the process:
Some of my favorite items to use to create my lipstick are:
Vitamin E oil
Lavender essential oil
I order all of my (cosmetic grade mica/pigment from Etsy!):
I also make a brown sugar lip scrub using:
Please check out my Etsy shop and support Mystiky Maquillage:
“Watch your mouth” & enjoy a unique variety of all natural moisturizing lip color. Each handmade with natural, hypoallergenic, cosmetic grade ingredients and at an affordable price. Be young, loud and proud with Mystiky Maquillage 💋”
Some of my favorite colors are:
Nothing to lose
Trial & Error
My #goals are to continue to spread truth, love, hope, and inspiration to young people and to do it in style. I’m just a young girl from Philadelphia with a vision. I created my brand young loud and proud a little over a year ago and a couple of extensions of YLP include my blog, upcoming podcast Speak Up, and now introducing Mystiky Maquillage 👄
If you’re going to be Young Loud and Proud you’ve got to look good doing it… right?
My #goals are to continue to spread truth, love, hope, and inspiration to young people and to do it in style.
I’m just a young girl from Philadelphia with a vision.
I created my brand young loud and proud and a couple of extensions of YLP include my upcoming podcast “Speak Up” and now I’m officially introducing my lip color line: Mystiky Maquillage.
Mystiky Maquillage (via ETSY) offers all natural/organic lip colors made to order.
GET STICKY & get your fix at a reasonable price.
Be young loud and proud💋 With Mystiky.
Click the links below and check us out on ETSY:
Opal taste like sea salt
Bitter yet satisfying
Opal is nostalgic
it would remind you of springtime
The first day you can wear your toes out
Opal is a short wait in the nail salon
And the hair salon
The feeling of loving the skin you’re in
If Opal were a game it’d be a puzzle
Not a crossword but a Sudoku
Opal is you
The ultimate mood, ring
The ‘You’ you were when you heard “don’t grow up too fast”
The ‘You’ you were once you figured out why
It’s not easy being Opal
Having to spend each day explaining
If Opal were art it wouldn’t be a Mona Lisa
Opal is an Illmatic album
Perfection before it’s time
If my mood were a color it’d be Opal
You shouldn’t have to describe it but you do anyway
I want a home where every wall is Opal
Every ceiling and every floor
I want to live inside an igloo that isn’t cold
see fireworks that aren’t too bright
and experience love that never gets old
Opal is a contact lens
for my third eye
A kaleidoscope formed to see through the lies
Cross your heart, hope to die
but Simon didn’t say stick a needle in my eye
Spit spit spit you’re not it
Red light, freeze
Green light, go
Now stop, hammer time.
Down by the river,
we played numbers, 1,2,3,4,
shame shame shame,
my momma and your momma were hanging up clothes,
I don’t wanna go to Mexico no more more more,
my momma punched your momma right dead in the nose,
theres a big fat policeman at the door door door,
what color was the blood?
Ring around the rosey,
bubble gum bubble gum in a dish,
swing swing swing from the river tree,
a pocket full of poisesy,
girl scout girl scout do your duty,
how many bubble gums do you wish?
foot to the N-I-K-E,
we all fall down.
Bella blossom bothered a bunch of busy bees
A bunch of busy bees, Bella blossom did see
If Bella blossom really bothered a bunch of busy bees
How many of those busy bees did Bella blossom really see?
Bella blossom found a blue cherry tree,
A blue cheery tree, Bella blossom did see,
If Bella Blossom had time to discover a blue cherry tree,
How busy were those busy bees?
A poem inspired by: “I Know an Old Lady Who Swallowed a Fly” & “Harriet the Spy”
RIP to the queen of spies (the one who told the truest lies)
Most beautiful when she didn’t have her cigarette, Maya, was the kindest person I ever met!
The Queen who spied was the same when the sun rose and when the sun set; not a liar at all if I had to make a bet
Don’t know for sure if everything I heard is fact or just a story
I wish I were lie detector… Where the hell is Maury?
I’ll tell you what happened to the Notorious Q.O.S (Queen of Spies) and try my best to explain this mess
I’ll tell you all about the day she died, it might make you cry or her demise might go over your head, it might just pass you by…
…if you let it.
Some say, on the third day, when God said “Let there be light” Maya was there, looking over God’s shoulder
From the vast seas, to grassy plains, to huge mountain boulders
She was there, and writing too, saw colors that filled the sky before the creator decided on blue
There she was writing all about God’s creations, witnessed the formation of every nation, before everyone became anyone this someone came and this someone knew
Maya was there to see the world sparkle, she got the first look, describing all of the world’s glory in her little book; how didn’t she run out of pages trying to describe how lit everything looked?
I wish she could tell me about the sun, and how she sat and watched the huge burning star grow; I want to hear all about the huge celebration she helped the angels throw
Alas, the world’s oldest notebook(s), which is how it all started; so many pages filled with words, sweet, yet tarted
They say Maya-ette, with her cigarette, wrote a story and made Jesus weep; wrote into the souls of men and with the flick of her pen she could change reality…
She knew why the caged bird sang, why children were really afraid of clowns, visited the black utopia, witnessed the Queen of England crack a smile, heard she greeted the Pope at the Vatican with a “My Nigga,” and laughed as he frowned…
Dubbed a “liar,” she wanted to hide the book deep inside her
Protecting her secrets all while keeping a level head
She could have shared her knowledge but decided to consume it all instead
I believe she recorded the truth, some say it was all lies, but now we’ll never know who really shot Malcolm, Martin, Kennedy, who ran down the Princess…or if Tupac is dead or alive
All because Maya decided to fill up her tummy; she ate all her secrets like they were yummy
Page by page she tore up the notebook and ate it away
I hate to spread rumors and gossip but this was a crazy day
I’ll never forget how the neighborhood just stood by and watched as Maya faded away…
Maya-ette, with her cigarette, the only living being knowing the world’s biggest secret
To the end of the earth she traveled and then she went way beneath it…
What she wrote throughout her journey she never told a soul and finally the secrecy had taken its toll
I think she went crazy, you see, so much of the world’s mystery, all bottled up she could no longer contain them
I’ll tell you about the day that came, the rainy day full of shame, the day she decided to die than to rise to fame
A sad day when she devoured all her power, like a cake made with real sugar and real flour
Delicious, private, secret words, curry, jerked, and filled with lemon curds
But no matter how people spin it, it was her own private notebook (no matter what was assumed to be in it)
First, just let me say, RIP to the queen of spies!
Here’s how she met her demise:
The Queen of spies, now permanently living in the skies, kept a notebook to write what she felt inside and who and what she encountered when she traveled through time
She recorded the first bigfoot sighting, was the only person to touch lightning, was friends with the last living giants, she knew why the men and women who went to war would come back and be sworn to silence, she was present for the signing of the Magna Carter, she traveled throughout the galaxy, some say she visited the “farther”
Words cold as ice, her spying came with a price, pages burning like fire, she would go down in history and the world’s most honest liar
I don’t really know how she felt inside, if she wrote the truth or if it was only lies, whether she was only 23 or really 2099 all I remember is how died.
Now, I’m sad to say, there’s no one to attest if there’s really a hell or if heaven is a lifetime away, who was behind 911 or if global warming is only a hoax, and why babies are the only ones who can see ghosts…
No one really talked to the girl who ate the “lies” all we know is how well she spied, so let me tell you how she died:
Her neighbors who thought she was a living lie, got together and made a shoe fly pie, made of real shoes and real flies (hardly any real pie) and presented the terrible dessert to the Queen of spies, all while trying to steal away her “book of lies”
In one gulp she finished the pie, she licked her lips and said goodbye, you would think that was all it took, but she held onto that notebook, and left her gifters shook
Holding tight onto her notebook, day by day, if the tales of monsters and demons inside it were real, I couldn’t say, all I know is that she was a creature of habit
People-watching and writing was all she ever did, and she was a pro at keeping it all hid
Never shared how the interviews went with all the children torn from their families at the border, never mentioned the mental conditions of the lifers in prison growing older, people living their lives in their cages, so much heartbreak must’ve filled her pages
You know, she never took the credit when she convinced congressmen to raise minimum wages
Some say she saw the inside of the first bible’s pages, was there when it was written, visited the earth’s core, and touched the bottom of the deepest ocean’s floor
I heard she met the president’s president (the secret societies society), made friends aliens even married twin dwarves, read the minds of all great historians, visited the moon and finds time to comfort all of the mothers’ who’s babies are “gone too soon,”
You could tell there was something that pulled and tugged and pulled and tugged, and pulled and tugged at her
Although few really tried to, no one could ever figure out what was the matter
Always looking like she fell to the bottom of a pit, she kept a facial expression that looked like she seen some shit
The more the chatter, the more people wonder what was the matter, the more she grew nervous about what people would find
She was ridiculed, called names, but if she really knew what was being said I don’t think she’d mind…
After all, you can’t really offend someone who saw how the world would end…or the one who figured out how to make reality bend
Maya was more concerned about her writing, her truth, her stories, the one thing she had that no one could take away
Here’s how she tried to hide the spying, here’s what led to her dying, here’s why people thought her stories were only her lying, here’s to what happened that day:
I think she knew that day would come, the day when her own people would revolt against her, not the government that controlled their lives, but a little lady deemed an enemy of the state, a state of mind, a witch of a spy who had devoured a poison pie
I heard it was all a fantasy world she created while she spied, mixed with stories of monsters and demons and spirits that dwelled inside…
They say she wrote stories to heal the pain
The pain that came each time it rained
It rained because she was so sad inside
Was what she wrote the truth or lies?
I know it was the truth, she dedicated her life to traveling and crossed many tides
RIP to the queen of Spies
So, finally, here’s exactly how she died:
She was poisoned by the shoe fly pie (the one her neighbors made filled with real shoes and real flies and hardly any pie)
Then she decided to continue eating her notebook like it was cake
I saw her swallowed down her lucky pen the one used to write about heaven and the world’s end
Then a spare, without a care, she swallowed what some say was the pen she used to record a formula to create air
It isn’t fair how quickly she ate her contact lenses and glasses, no one would ever be able to look through what she saw not even if they bought the same lashes
She swallowed down the lenses to her camera, contacts too! Oh and her glasses and her eye lashes, pens and her notebook, you would think that was all it took even after eating the shoe fly pie (the one made with real shoes and real flies) but she continued on until her last breath until she died
RIP to the QOS (Queen of Spies)!
Next, she ate her favorite pets and washed them down with her cigarette, keep reading this, I’m not done yet; I can still hear Brownie barking in her stomach, a puppy, a guppy, a snake and it’s charmer
she swallowed her lighter, and her belly grew warmer…you could see the flicker of the flame burning and shining bright from deep inside her
Then, all of a sudden, there was a huge fire, the pages she ate reacted to the lighter, that was ignited by the cigarette, I’m not done yet, the pets got sick off of the uneaten shoe fly pies that stuck to her insides, as the cigarette burned and her pets’ stomach turned Maya turned blue
The flicker of the flame grew larger the one that burned and shined bright from deep inside her…
Out from her mouth was the loudest belch with a bunch of smoke so to contain the flames she swallowed some tea (more pages from her notebook), the secrets of a brewing WWIII, the future, and more unwritten history
She swallowed a first aid kit, some antibiotics, some anti flea and tick tablets her pets; a heroic meal for her sidekicks
She ate up an umbrella for that dreary hazy day god forbid if any moisture got in her way
Call her crazy, or just remember her like that girl lazy Jane, the one would wanted a drink of water but would wait for the days it rained
Maya thought she needed a raincoat, to go with her umbrella so she swallowed that in just one gulp, she swallowed the coat to protect the “GOAT” (a spare notebook) which should’ve been all it took but she kept on eating; all while her neighbors trembled and shook…
Pages from her notebook, pens, a spare, a formula for creating air, a rain coat, an umbrella to protect the GOAT, delicious tea, secrets of a brewing WWIII, consumed and you would think this was all it took but she continued on devouring anything anyone could use to read between the lines of history books
She continued to eat everything she thought would protect her, she consumed all the things she could quickly gather and the flames from the fire grew bigger and brighter…
Throughout the grape vine, they say, she swallowed boots, that were laced, with a drug that would make her pace, that would help her digest so she could continue her race
Pressed for time she swallowed mace (just in case), what a taste, she felt herself slipping away you could tell it was written on her face
Oh dear, down went some pretty underwear, momma always said to keep a spare pair
She swallowed her savings; dollar bills and piggy bank cents, bargaining chips for the afterlife and some common incense
Where she was going next, was a world full of more nightmares than dreams…giving meaning to the phrase nothing is what it seems
They say she consumed her entire room (and in it was a special broom, she would occasionally take flight at night but no one ever caught that site), a listening piece (the one she used to spy on her niece) and she ate it all down to the wire, to secure all the juiciness and details deep inside her.
Next up a recorder that hooked up to the listening piece, her favorite laptop that stored all the chatter, that tumbled and tumbled you’d asked what’s the matter?
By this time everyone had gathered around, to see the Queen who her spied on her hometown…
They watched, then laughed as she went and swallowed her own Fingerprints, we know because she was the only one who wore henna on her fingertips
By this time everyone had pulled up, all the cars from the neighborhood, some with the darkest of window tints
Watching as Maya-ette kept going, I’m sad to drag on, but she swallowed a DNA kit/she thought that idea was lit, Promised that was it, but she was still in a pit, of nervousness, so let me continue on…
She thought her passport would keep her out of court so she went and swallowed that and her fake ID, so no one could prove her true identity
So she then ate her real license, I know you’re in suspense, so let me attempt to make this make sense
She swallowed her passport and everything else I guess to keep from going to court
Maya-ette the spy decided that wasn’t enough, she wasn’t too stuffed she huffed and the smoke puffed, after she devoured her Flash drive to really save the data you would think she was finally done.
Everyone had finally won, she sat down weighing a ton, big as a house in the middle of her street not making a peep
Quiet as a mouse she closed her eyes for a really long sleep away one by one did all the neighbors creep
It was a sad sight looking at the many pounds sitting on the ground frowns stayed upside down
Hardly anyone was looking but I saw her get very tense and with the last bit of her strength, Shoved down her throat her newest iPhone, no more social media, she was finally all alone, but not on her own on her own
She swallowed her bike she used to ride to her car
She swallowed her car but down her throat it didnt get too far
It got stuck but she kept trying and eventually it slid down with the help of some muck
Then she swallowed a gun to protect her Bike, the one she promised to return to Mike
She swallowed a Gun and that made her dizzy/ she spun, she quickly changed her name to Lizzy, still protecting her secrets til the very moment she was done
All in the effort to protect her “lies” this is how she met her demise.
Here I am, her protégé, reporting on how she died that day.
Short story made long, meaning for it to be a long story short.
I went to her grave and dug up everything and began to sort, through all the things she swallowed, through every piece of precious junk
RIP Maya-ette, I’ll miss you and your cigarette, you are gone but your mission lives on.
I’d like to reintroduce myself.
Hi, I’m the new Queen of spies.