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02/21/2025

“All You Needed Was a Designated Driver”

I bet you didn’t think twice.
Didn’t pause before grabbing those keys,
didn’t hear the warnings wrapped in every last call,
didn’t see the future painted in taillights and shattered glass.

All you needed was a designated driver.
One choice, one moment, one second of clarity—
but instead, you got behind the wheel,
and I never made it home.

I was just trying to get back to the ones I love,
just another soul on the road, unaware
that your recklessness would rewrite my story.
My last breath stolen by your blurred vision,
my heartbeat silenced under the weight of your mistake.

All you needed was a designated driver.
Instead, my family needed a casket.
Instead, my mother had to pick out flowers
for a grave she was never supposed to visit.
Instead, my name became a cautionary tale
for people who will still think,
“It won’t happen to me.”

But it does. It did.
And now, I am a memory.
Frozen in time, forever waiting
for the tomorrow that never came.

All because you didn’t wait.
All because you didn’t call.
All because you thought you could make it.

But I didn’t.

- Ella Reflections copyright ©️

02/21/2025

It’s Not the Message, It’s the Messenger

Oh, so you only hear the truth
when it’s dressed in soft words and padded with excuses?
You don’t like how I said it,
but if someone else did, you’d eat it up like gospel.

Bet if your mama said it, you’d nod and agree.
If your pastor whispered it, you’d say “Amen.”
If a stranger posted it, you’d hit “like” and repost.
But because I said it, now you offended?

Let me get your mom to coddle your feelings then.
Maybe she can pat your back,
rock you slow while she breaks it down
so it don’t cut too deep.
’Cause Lord knows, accountability sound different
when it ain’t coming from someone
you thought you could ignore.

See, I don’t soften my edges for nobody.
I don’t lace my words with sugar
just so they go down easy.
I serve truth raw, no filter, no chaser,
and that’s why you choking on it.

So tell me—
is it really what I said,
or is it just that it came from me?

-Ella Releflections ©️

Everything Ain’t Talking BackYou call it disrespect, but I call it thinking for myself.Every question ain’t defiance,eve...
02/21/2025

Everything Ain’t Talking Back

You call it disrespect, but I call it thinking for myself.
Every question ain’t defiance,
every opinion ain’t rebellion,
but you too stuck on control to tell the difference.

You wanted kids who nod and obey,
not ones who ask, “But why?”
Not ones who see through the cracks,
who challenge the rules,
who refuse to swallow “because I said so”
like it’s some sacred scripture.

Maybe it ain’t talking back—
maybe it’s just talking.
Maybe it’s curiosity, a need to understand,
a voice that refuses to be swallowed whole.

But I get it—
a kid with a mind of their own is a threat
when all you ever wanted was a puppet.
So now, you shut them down,
mistake confidence for attitude,
label independence as disrespect.

But one day, they’ll grow up.
And when they stop talking to you altogether,
when the silence you demanded
becomes the silence you regret,
you’ll wish you had listened
instead of just waiting for them to shut up.

Ella Reflections Publishing©️

02/20/2025

One of the Hardest Things

One of the hardest things to do is walk away from someone you love.
But sometimes, love ain’t enough.
Sometimes, it’s just pain dressed up pretty,
A slow-burning fire that never warms you,
A locked door you keep knocking on,
Waiting for an answer that never comes.

But that’s all the reason you need to go.
Because love should never feel like begging,
Like shrinking yourself just to fit inside their world.
Love shouldn’t make you question your worth,
Or leave you standing in the rain,
Soaking in apologies that never come.

You don’t have to wait for the final straw,
The breaking point, the last betrayal.
You don’t have to stay just because your heart still beats for them.
Loving someone doesn’t mean losing yourself.
And choosing you doesn’t mean you never loved them.

So walk away, even if your knees shake.
Even if your heart cracks open on the way out.
Because real love will never require you to suffer.
And the right love? The kind you deserve?
It will never be the reason you had to heal.

02/19/2025

Who told her to heal?

She was fine when she was broken.
Nobody minded when she was silent,
when she swallowed her pain like it was her duty,
when she carried the weight of the world
without a single complaint.

She was easier to love when she was bleeding.
Easier to control when she was drowning.
More convenient when she wasn’t whole.

But now?
Now she walks different.
Now she speaks without asking permission.
Now she says no without explaining why.

And suddenly, they’re uncomfortable.
Suddenly, she’s “too much.”
Suddenly, she needs to be humbled.

Funny how nobody had a problem
when she was breaking under the pressure,
but now that she’s building herself back up—
they got everything to say.

Who told her to heal?
She did.
And she don’t need nobody’s permission to stay that way.

-Ella Reflections Publishing©️

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02/18/2025

Don’t feel bad when your kid doesn’t like you today because you said no. Your job isn’t to be their favorite person every day—it’s to raise a decent, kind, responsible human.

But don’t confuse that with being their first bully.
Don’t mistake discipline for control.
Don’t be the reason they hesitate before speaking their truth.

Your job is to be their best friend—
Not the “let’s get in trouble together” kind,
But the real kind.

The best friend that calls them out when they’re wrong,
But never calls them out of their name.
The best friend that protects their heart,
But never makes them fear their own home.
The best friend that listens, really listens,
Even when the words are messy, raw, and hard to hear.

Because if they can’t come to you with their secrets,
Their mistakes, their fears, their dreams—
They’ll go looking for someone else who will listen.
And the world ain’t always kind to lost kids searching for a safe place.

So no, your job isn’t to be liked every day.
But it damn sure is to be trusted.

- Ella Reflections

02/18/2025

Read that again.

You might not be able to change the folks around you, but you damn sure can change who you allow in your space.

Life’s too short to keep handing out VIP passes to people who don’t respect you, appreciate you, or even see your worth.

Stop wasting your energy explaining your value to folks committed to misunderstanding you.

Surround yourself with people who light you up, not drain you dry.
People who make you laugh from your soul and remind you what real love feels like.

That’s the energy we’re keeping. No exceptions.

02/18/2025

3 Lessons I Learned Last Year:

1️⃣ Leave people where they at. Some folks don’t want to grow, and that’s not your problem. Stop dragging dead weight.

2️⃣ Accept situations for what they are. You can’t force things to be what they ain’t. See it. Call it. Move accordingly.

3️⃣ Not every action needs a reaction. Some people thrive off chaos. Starve them. Protect your energy and let karma handle the rest.

Growth is quiet. Peace is priceless. And I’m choosing both. ✨

02/10/2025

Being an educated woman is a flex. Period. 📚✨

Don’t let anybody water down your intelligence, your ambition, or your power. They’ll try to make you feel like knowing too much, wanting too much, or striving for more is a problem. It’s not. The real problem is people who fear a woman that can think for herself.

Educated. Unapologetic. Unstoppable. That’s the energy.

01/26/2025

In memory of 13-year-old Na’Ziyah Harris, whose life was tragically cut short. This piece is dedicated to her and all children who have suffered in silence. May we raise our voices to protect the innocent and demand justice. 

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