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Check out Writer Jessica Holter's new self-help book for S.A. survivors ~ 261.5: An Inspirational Guided Notebook for Invoking Self-Healing and Navigating Early Onset Sexuality

261.5: An Inspirational Guided Notebook for Invoking Self-Healing and Navigating Early Onset Sexuality I hope you find 261.5, An Inspirational Guided Notebook for Invoking Self-Healing and Navigating Early Onset Sexuality, useful in your quest to work on your personal reset. I pray you allow this inspired diary to serve as a salve to soothe wounds and aid you in your journey through and beyond tra...

Coffy Books The Coffy Pop Shop proudly presents Coffy Books, including new books by Jessica Holter, Ghetto Girl Blue, and classics from The Pu**ny Poets and guest writers.

"I hope they replace American History class with Home Economics. I hope they replace Political Science with Wood Shop Class. I want to see Science classes become herbal studies. We will not achieve progressive change with the same old lies. What some people call "truth" is a trap house. Do your homework."

I hope they replace American History class with Home Economics. I hope they replace Political Science with Wood Shop Class. I want to see Science classes become herbal studies. We will not achieve progressive change with the same old lies. What some people call "truth" is a trap house. Do your homework.

Did you grow up in Foster Care? What was your experience like? Share your story with us to get published.

Voices of Foster Care: Healing Trauma Voices of Foster Care: Healing Trauma - More details to come. Pre-orders only. The planned publishing Date in February 1st, 2025.

Who Were the Creek Nation's Negroes?

This simple reminder to be careful what you manifest with your words is featured on page 57 of Ghetto Girl Blue's Art Book with bold artwork by Writer Jessica Holter paired with the Japanese Haiku poem "I Can't Breathe." The art was created after an illegal chokehold tragically took the life of Eric Garner, father of six, who was selling loose ci******es in New York City on July 17, 2014. His final words became the rallying cry for protesters, even while they marched through streets during C-Time, barely able to breathe under mandatory masque mandates.

No to the Fro

She looked at my afro.
Giggled behind her hand,
whispered to her friend,
who shook her head.

Then, they shook their heads
at the same time,
in the same way,
Bucking their eyes,
like schitzophenic Barbies
screaming, “no to the fro.”
Laughing and patting itches
hiding under 18 inches
of bleach-blonde
imported hair.

by Jessica Holter
Pu**ny The Hip Hop Psalms IV, Secret of the Pearl

Pu**ny: The Hip Hop Psalms IV, Secret of the Pearl, is available now on Amazon and Kindle.

Pu**ny: The Hip Hop Psalms, The Onliners is available now on Amazon and Kindle.

Speak the Unspeakable is available now on Amazon.

Pu**ny: The Hip Hop Psalms II, Black Love American Style is available now on Amazon.

Ghetto Girl Blue's Art Book with Poetry by Jessica Holter is now available on Amazon and Kindle.

You guys are going to love Baby Bear.

AKA Dead Man releases on August 15th. Visit us at CoffyBooks.com for this and other titles.

Who are you creating?

"I was six years old when I orchestrated the Great Cookie Caper of 1976. This escapade unfolded before I arrived at Deac’s doorstep, nestled deep in the heart of East Oakland, California. But rewind just a few hours—I was still ensconced in my first foster home, a place that never could immensely please the powers that ruled over Alameda County. Perhaps it was too Black, proud, and elusive to become a forever home for me—a half-white brown girl with a relentlessly involved bipolar mother who had not relinquished her parental rights.

"It was springtime. The sun-drenched playground was teeming with the youthful energy of first-graders paired up for games. My best and only friend was absent from school that day, leaving me alone to be taunted by the usual suspects. Like the crinkle of a cookie wrapper, their laughter fueled my plan. My victims—those stingy girls—pursued me relentlessly. Their taunts became shrieks of angry surprise echoing across the asphalt as I sprinted away, munching on the stolen cookie they had wielded like a weapon. I sucked the crumbs and sweet chocolate revenge from my fingertips. They ate my dust. Then fate intervened. Just as I planned to justify my thievery to the school principal, my social worker materialized in the office. She brandished papers adorned with the same county seal that haunted me—the emblem of transitions, of upheaval.

"The taste of that abducted cookie lingered between my teeth as the social worker, and I fled through the Oakland streets. I ran away from the school, the familiar and the fleeting, without a choice. Foster care, that intricate dance of bureaucracy and compassion, owned my body. It was a time-honored system stitched together with good intentions. Yet behind the scenes, an airtight mob family of human traffickers pulled the strings, their bureaucratic pimps enjoying immunity if the cargo—us, the foster kids—suffered damage in transit."

(Excerpt) AKA Dead Man, An Epiphany Brenner Mystery
Chapter TWO: GREAT COOKIE CAPER OF 1976
by Jessica Holter, writing as Ghetto Girl Blue

How the Ta**us
Dodged a Bullet

I’m a Ta**us. I like a challenge.
I’m a Ta**us. I like things clean.
She was a freaky thing. I believed what I had heard
from other men who had tasted her juices galore
Her energy was something
I wanted to experience on my own
A night of pleasure, but nothing more, for sure, and truth;
she was a little funky from dancing at the club

She was a dirty girl, that’s what they said they said,
I couldn’t get it out of my head
She came with highly recommended head
and an insatiable yearning no brother had contently fed
Her body, perfect in color, tone, and dimension,
had summoned many whispers and much attention
Rumor had it that she answered
to the jones of both men and women
with infamous tales of satisfaction
A cunning linguist and a head doctor
I wanted what she had to offer
and hoped my angst
could be rinsed away with hot water...

(I can't post the rest on facebook.)

by Jessica Holter, writing as J. Steel for Pu**ny The Hip Hop Psalms III, The Onliners