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𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕗𝕦𝕝 𝔹𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕙 𝕂𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕖𝕣 & 𝕄𝕒𝕞𝕒

@aliyahlatricee

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𝕃𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝔽𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕤 𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 🔥

May your strength and warrior energy live inside me forever daddy 🥹🫂 I’ll never forget waking up from that dream shook. Not fully understanding what was about to take place but knowing it was evident that your time here in this realm was coming to an end. I know you’re watching over me. Your presence is felt. Continue visiting me. I’m going to continue to build upon the legacy you carved. I love you so much and I miss you. Continue to guide my pen when I can’t find the way to release what I feel. 🕊️🥹

To transition on Resurrection Sunday speaks volumes to your spirit.🥹

Read my latest article Little Fires of Transformation on Substack. Link in bio.

#substack #grief #griefjourney fatherlove❤️ taken in 998 by @aliyahlatricee

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𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕪 - 𝕎𝕠𝕟 😌

#geminiseason #belize #thirtyone #platinumblonde #islandvibes by @aliyahlatricee

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Sitting with one of my first loves: Art. ✍🏾

This piece started as a summer conversation and evolved into a journey. As an artist, you’re never really finished; you just find new ways to see. I realized her crown needed to be as vibrant as her spirit—a reflection of everything she is becoming.

The Indigo Child. A healer, a masterpiece, and forever forging ahead. 💙

#sketches #headwrap #indigoblue #blackartist #coloredpencilsketch by @aliyahlatricee

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The Death & Resurrection no one can prepare you for

It’s something about losing a parent.

That last breath.

Your whole world literally transitioning in a matter of seconds.

The hole in your heart.

Your physical armor, gone.

The silent deep rebirth that occurs as you’re stripped of so many identities.

The heaviness of grief.

The guilt surrounded around grieving that tries to eat you alive.

It’s the strength that you don’t even know where it lives but know it’s guiding you.

It’s the memories that releases tears at the most unexpected moments.

The days where you forget he’s gone.

The tears you hide because there’s so many other things to tend to than the grief you’ll live with for the rest of your life.

“My daddy died. I prophesied amazing life.” @earthsignchels

April 5th, 2026 at 7:35 pm a piece of me died with him.

My Heart, My First Love, My Protector, My Ancestor 🕊️🥹🤍

📸: @angiestarstudios 🤍 taken in Chicago, Illinois by @aliyahlatricee

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Summertime Chi was definitely a vibe 😘

#chicago #summertimechi #coffeeshop #nature #summer2026 taken in Chicago Downtown by @aliyahlatricee

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There’s something so powerful about becoming. It’s the constant cycle, the invitation to reflect, shed, call in and embody the being that your soul desires to be. It’s the realization that every evolution doesn’t last forever, evolution is continual if you choose. That the versions of you that you meet are sometimes here just for seasons. A book of wisdom you’re co creating in this lifetime. The cycle reminds you to surrender. To live in a constant state of surrendering. To know that each day you’re turning the page in your book and it doesn’t always have to be love and light. Some days, some weeks, it may be really dark it’s the shadows; the darkness that teaches you how to find the light. Finding the light, knowing that after the storm a rainbow may appear to remind you that the journey, your journey is worth the ride.

How do you navigate storms? taken in Promontory Point in Burnham Park by @aliyahlatricee

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A little break from reality. 🎨🌱

Really loving the @posca_usa paint pens 😍

#snakeplant #planters #paintedplanters #artist #painting taken in Chicago, Illinois by @aliyahlatricee

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It’s the quiet presence of our ancestors. The way they show up to remind us that we’re not alone. The universe consistently showing up with confirmation.

As I grieve two of my newest ancestors, my grandma and my father I’m reminded how their strength and wisdom continuously guides me in this realm. Life isn’t always golden. Sometimes shit gets really HARD, however it’s the rituals, the way we make space for our emotions, for our grief, how we allow ourselves to experience life in real time, not escaping from what we’re experiencing but sitting in it that matters.

Their physical bodies may no longer be present in this realm but their spirits live on forever. Guiding, protecting and embracing me with love no matter the season.

I am who I am and who I am becoming because of the beautiful souls that walked before me. 🕊️🤍 taken in Promontory Point in Burnham Park by @aliyahlatricee

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𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕡𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖

Over the years my writing ritual has evolved. What was once a container for releasing what I was internalizing transformed into a practice of transmutation, visualization, affirmations, manifestation, and play. This practice allowed for me to intentionally devote time to self. Time to be with me, my thoughts, my feels, with spirit. Letting my gifts as a writer take me to the depths of my soul. To reveal and embody my divine essence.

I remember as a kid my love for writing. The stories I would create. The poems I pulled from the depths of my soul. It’s all coming back full circle and my inner child is encouraging me to allow for my writing to be seen, to be heard, to be felt.

My Substack, The Unforgotten Pen came from the realization that my writing was too precious, too intense to just remain locked away in a journal in my house. The words, the experiences deserved to be felt, to be acknowledged, to be remembered by everyone they resonated with.

The art of writing is sacred. There’s messages, memories, incantations writing all throughout the pages of our journals that are meant to be shared with our community.

The sacredness of writing is meant to be felt by all.

What’s your relationship to the sacredness of writing? taken in Chicago, Illinois by @aliyahlatricee

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September 10th, 2022 my life changed forever. I was initiated into the role of Motherhood. 🥹 Such a beautiful, empowering, resilient journey that has reshaped the ways in which I view myself, walk this earth and the direction of my life. This journey has called me to shed the old, the outdated, the lingering weight of people, places and things that no longer serve the woman I am becoming.

4 years later and I’m witnessing, living in the embodiment of self, the version of me I’ve met along the way. She’s mystical and magical asf. Full of abundance in all the ways. ✨ Motherhood opened up a portal that called me to explore my depths to travel beyond what the eye could see, to embody my divine essence and for that I am grateful for the journey.

Today I celebrate alongside my daughter a journey of a lifetime. A journey that has amplified my calling as a Birthkeeper.

May the energy of all the mothers that walked before me continuously guide me along this journey.

Asé ooo 🤍🕊️

📸 @angiestarstudios taken in Chicago, Illinois by @aliyahlatricee

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😌😘 taken in The Chicago Theatre by @aliyahlatricee

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𝕋𝕠 𝕎𝕙𝕠𝕞 𝕚𝕥 𝕄𝕒𝕪 ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕣𝕟 ℂ𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕘𝕠, 𝕀𝕃 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟞 😘

I just might be coming out of hiding 🐚🙊 taken in The Chicago Theatre by @aliyahlatricee

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