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My work is never for free. While you may show your support in likes, comments, and shares, at the end of the day, I still gotta eat.

Here’s a few ways you can help out with that:

Commission Pricing

Freelance Writing Commissions

$0.07/ word or $50/hour depending on complexity per writing piece.  Can do fiction, non-fiction, essay, sensitivity readings, video scripts, analysis work and poetry. 

Contact me for rates on bigger projects and/or budgets. | WRITING EXAMPLES


Art Commissions

$15/hour depending on complexity per artwork / art piece.

Art Piece Type

Price per art piece type

Refined Sketch




Full-colored illustration


Art Piece Extras

Art Piece Extras

Price per art piece (any type)

Price Per Additional OC(s)


Per Background (Simple &/or complex)


NOTE: OCs = original character AKA any extra characters a client would like to add to the art piece.

Contact me for rates on bigger projects and/or budgets. | ART EXAMPLES


Voice Acting or Audio Commissions

Minutes of audio and/or video project

Pricing per minute or video and/or audio projects

1 – 5 minutes or less


5 – 10 minutes or less


10 minutes and up


Contact me for rates on bigger projects and/or budgets. |

NOTE:  All my commissions &/or freelance creative project prices are  in USD. Contact me through my Google commission order form, my contact form via my website or my email: to discuss the commission logistics. My turnaround dates for all commissions are 3 days – 2 weeks depending on the complexity of the piece. Crediting me for my work comes standard. 

Please, please, please have your ideas ready when you approach me for a commission &/or freelance creative project! It’ll make things much easier for everyone involved. I RESERVE THE RIGHT TO TURN DOWN ANY COMMISSION  W/ CONTENT I DON’T AGREE WITH.




Paypal | Kofi | Bartering of Professional Services

Alternatively, I also accept Venmo and Cashapp payments, but please don’t send payment before the commission is confirmed and the invoice is written up and finalized. Again, I have every right to turn down any commission &/or freelance creative project that makes me uncomfortable. 

Either pay or barter is fine with me, but again, I DON’T WORK FOR FREE. If you want to negotiate barter, trades, or rates, please contact me first.



You may contact me thru Google Commission Order Form | Website Contact Form  | Email:

Thanks again for your time and patience. Let’s make magic together soon, OK?

I’m Never Sure What to Tell You, by Jean M. Hodges


I’m never sure what to tell you when you talk about sex

I advise caution, I advise consent

I suggest marriage and love and finding yourself first.

But things don’t happen in a straight line,

And armoring you for battle matters more than keeping you in a tower to yourself.

To myself.


So, if I don’t know what to tell you, I’ll tell you the truth,

You don’t have to be perfect, I just hope that you’re safe.

A warmth and a tingle between your thighs isn’t Hell you’ll burn yourself with,

And I know that we sometimes regret the food we put on our plate.

But you should always have the choice whether or not to eat,

Always have the choice of when to stop chewing.

I’d rather you have strong teeth

Than to never gather cavaties.


Admire yourself, fawn over your skin, love your womanly hips.

But let yourself still be a child, leave room for your own youth.

Not because purity comes from keeping your legs closed,

But because bruises come from trip ups,

Cuz mess-ups make good lessons,

Because whomever you decide to lay with (and does the same with you)

Doesn’t that make you a bad person.

Now, my love, all I know is to tell you the truth,

Do whatever the hell you want, but take care.

There’s monsters out there.



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Easter Dressing, a poem Jean M. Hodges


The cream was soft and nice and affirming,

Brown arms and storms fingers kneading my through my curls like fresh bread dough.

And I try to stay as still as possible as my mother, auntie or grandma,

Spin my hay-hair to gold.

I go thru the fires of hot-comb purgatory.


You hold your ears!

Wrap up them up like Christmas presents,

Sleep as still as Jesus in his tomb,

Wake up just as glorious.

Treat the second-degree burns with love and cocoa butter.

Hours of toil to get the curls,

Pinned up in a dress your Nana got on sale,

Get so pretty that even,

Even the white girls dare to get jealous.

Your Mama trades look with the pastor,

Hoping you don’t look too grown for the church as y’all find your seat.



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Open Ocean, a poem by Jean M. Hodges


When you live in the ocean, it’s hard to notice all the salt floating in the water

When your shipped on the ocean, it’s hard to remember when your human when they’re too busy putting us in boxes to notice

But then we got louder, and showed off our colors and had the audacity to be so bright and pretty on a white canvas that we bothered people for with our fluorescence

And now some of us are considering washing out the paint, because it’s making it to put bullseyes on our backs

“Are you ok?” I ask. And my best friend’s text buzzes as soon as we all get the announcement , as if this is the last letter he can send me before they send him off to a concentration camp with a pink triangle branded on his body

“I’m gonna burn a flag today, he said cheerfully, as if discussing morning coffee

“Fuck, ok, man. “ I say. “Well, good luck making bail. If I’m sold out before that, you’re staying there.”

We laugh cuz we’re drowning. We met up cuz school is still there. We hug cuz we keep each other up.

“What the hell do we do now?” My buddy asks, just trying to fill our space with air, just trying to keep his smile bright and his head above water. And I shrug.

“Brownies?” and he laughs becuz we’re both on this island we made together, hoping against hope this pile of dirt will stay afloat



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