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In poetry, love and wisdom intertwine—a heartfelt love poem can carry profound wisdom, and wise reflections often touch upon matters of the heart. ????
Psalm 90:6
in the morning it springs up new, but by evening it fades and withers.
When my heart returns in seclusion,
I uttered these words to myself,
Give it time, be wise, embrace self-compassion
I must put myself first, I must, I must,
This time around, I don't want to walk away,
Taste only me, make love to only me
Reflected only in my space.
enchantment leads to my dearest delight
enter my soul before the break of dawn
A dream within a dream according to Edgar Allan Poe
For our morning blessing/
Happy or sad, our morning salutations/
There is nothing more appealing
Then seeing white undershirts and white teeth
as it captures the youth of innocent,
falling in love, with a cub, half my age,
A trickery of unfocused emotions bearing down.
I can see no flaws,
I see only what my heart allows,
Trembling lips, both top and bottom
gazing into those eyes of witchery illusions
Just this once, just feed me, just enter my soul
This frigid northern cold, the Africa heat rises:
Who will bless this union?
When it all fades like leaf
All of us have become like one who is unclean, and all our righteous acts are like filthy rags; we all shrivel up like a leaf, and like the wind our sins sweep us away.
Let me love you for now,
Let me smile, while you smile,
aloud me, to accept you,
as you enter my soul
Summary: This poem weaves love, wisdom, and introspection. It invites readers to embrace self-love, navigate illusions, and seek blessings amid life’s impermanence. ????
The inspiration behind this poem lies in the interplay of human emotions, the ephemeral nature of existence, and the search for meaning. The poet grapples with love, self-compassion, and the complexities of relationships. The references to biblical verses and contrasting elements (such as northern cold and African heat) evoke deeper contemplation. Ultimately, the poem invites readers to explore their own hearts, desires, and vulnerabilities. ????
SOMETIMES, I AM TIRED OF HIDING MYSELF AS A MAN
IN A SOCIETY THAT THINKS A MAN’S PAIN DOES NOT EXIST…
EXHAUSTED FROM FEELING LIKE I AM NOT ALLOWED MY TEARS…
CONFUSED ABOUT WHY,
IF WITNESSED IN THE PUBLIC’S EYES,
I’M NOT SUPPOSED TO CRY.
FRUSTRATED WITH THE THOUGHT THAT, AS A MAN,
I CANNOT SHED MY EMOTIONS
ON MY PARTNER’S SHOULDER.
PRIVATELY ENRAGED AT A SOCIETY
THAT THINKS VULNERABILITY IN A MAN
IS A SIGN OF WEAKNESS.
THINKING TO MYSELF,
“HERE I GO,”
WITH ANOTHER PERFORMANCE.
ANGRY AT HOLDING ON
TO A FALSIFIED SMILE
WHEN I’M HURTING.
SO AS I WRITE THIS POEM,
IT IS WRITTEN FOR ALL MEN—
A READING FOR YOUR HEARTS TO MEND.
AND KNOW
YOU HAVE PERMISSION
TO BE ALL VERSIONS OF YOURSELF.
African I Am
An African I am
From the motherland,
The charms of natures wits
Hair,nose,lips
My ancestral gifts.
With the beauty of an inner soul,
I will spread the joy of unity,
To the discredited,rejected and ejected
To the confused branches,
Blown and scattered in the winds of discord
Elevating to alien drifts,
Whilst roots disengage from the soil,
Of an African heritage
Laden with gold
Contrasting,uniting with an availing skin
Dark ebony,golden sun.
Self love,hope and yearning
To be what I am
And not what I am told to be
This is freedom
True liberty.
But many have gone astray
Father guide them back to the fold.
Africa awaits you!
Just be bold.
(written in collaboration with Thererassic Black BNVillage}
WHAT IT MEANS TO BE SKINNY
Skinny jeans and lean cuisines,
long forgotten what skinny means.
WHAT IT MEANS TO BE SKINNY
Energized and streamlined seams.
Size six fashions no longer daydreams.
A day of shopping, respect redeemed,
Much kinder the world to the skinny it seems.
The Secret on the Vickie scene,
underneath my skinny fashion theme.
But behind the hype I wish I'd seen,
Myself in all it truly means,
I'm loved by God whether fat or skinny,
Self love isn't missed when there isn't any.
You're still the girl or guy to love.
Starting from your reflection and heavens above.
So choose your endeavors and there are many,
there's much more to life than being skinny.
She sat in front of her vanity mirror
Her reflection felt unfamiliar
The girl in it didn't look how she pictured
She felt like a visitor
In a body that should be familiar
Yet somehow she felt like a prisoner
Not knowing how to feel about the person in the mirror who reflected her
She wasn't sure if she liked what she saw
She wasn't sure whether to love or hate
Her skin that made people afraid
That her parents to her to appreciate
She just wanted to escape
A world that wouldn't hesitate
A world who wanted her to break
To succumb to the same fate
Of the other black people they made
Slowly fade away
In a slow and painful way
Back in the mirror she stared
At a girl who pretended she didn't care
At a life which for her was very much unfair
How the world used her as cautionary tale
To spread hatred to white children to beware
Of the black girl with her afro she wears
As a way to instill fear
In the children so they would grow up to do the same
Their legacy was generational hate
But when she really looked in the mirror
And began to silence the lingering whispers
She took a deep breath
And began to clear her head
She replaced the negative thoughts with the positive ones instead
And when she looked at her reflection
She finally understood without question
That she loved her blackness
She couldn't believe she let the world convince her that she was anything less than perfection
Sheer genius her nudity
It scared the neighbors
Frightened them into their houses
Allowing her to enjoy uninterrupted meditation
Sheer adoration, her garden
Faeries free to show themselves,
Knowing she was the exact right human
At the exact right time
Sheer creativity, her bold strokes,
Her mixed paints, and her wildness in adding
Glitters, and sawdust, and other oddities to her canvases
Sheer wisewoman, revered by her children,
Adored by her grandchildren,
Left alone unless she crooked her finger,
Indicating she wanted company
Sheer genius, her spiritual relationship with
The woodland creatures, and the dragonflies who revered her.
Sheer genius her self-love,
Which allowed her to show herself, on her own terms.
Dwelling in the court
of the inner-sanctum
of contemplation,
sage mind of jurisprudence
charged my heart
with abject neglect;
not of cherished others,
but of myself:
collectively, me and I.
It is written that
we must love others
as we love ourselves;
furthermore, that we
should love each other
as the Author of love has.
Can the mind
be greater than
the heart?
Or am I forced to take
the fifth, lest I
self incriminate me;
subjecting the heart
to becoming a pawn
in the jury of mind.
For so long, in innocence,
I’ve been guilty
of backwards love
leaving self-love
collecting dust
of the shelf of self.
Me, myself, and I
have been for so long,
strangers to each other;
each giving unto others
that love God has sanctioned
that we should give our self.
To err is human; to forgive,
divine. Are not me, myself, and I
not worthy of earthly divinity?
Forgive me, self; forgive me…
little did I know…self love
needs no defence;
neither does self-love
needs acquittal
for being guilty of purpose:
Loving the who I am; loving
who I’ve always been; loving
who I’ll always be.
Welcome home, you;
me, myself, and I
have dearly missed you.
Love begins with self-embrace, a gentle touch of the heart,
A whispered affirmation, that sets us apart.
Nobody can love you, like you love yourself,
For self-love is the foundation, on which all else is built and wealth.
You're unique, a masterpiece, crafted with divine care,
A one-of-a-kind creation, beyond compare.
Don't let anyone diminish, your light or your shine,
For you're a precious gem, that reflects the divine.
It's not about what you have, but who you are,
The essence of your being, the spark that you are.
God designed you, with purpose and with might,
To shine your light, and live your truth, in all your sight.
Accept yourself, with all your strengths and flaws,
And value your worth, despite the world's applause.
Don't let anyone pull you down, or drain your energy,
For you're a masterpiece, worthy of love and dignity.
Have a good relationship, with the one you're with every day,
Take care of yourself, in every way.
There's no one who can be you, but you,
So live your life, with intention, and purpose anew.
It takes one person, to change your life's course,
And that person is you, with your inner strength and force.
Don't live to please others, live to please your soul,
And let your life be guided, by a higher goal.
You only live once, and that once can't be wasted,
So live it well, with passion, and purpose created.
True beauty comes from within, it's a light that shines,
A reflection of self-love, that touches hearts and minds.
"Compartmentalize your life around your dreams, hobbies,
goals even your grief and hurt and you will grow as a person."
Quote _by Constance
I like things in my life in compartments,
good at dividing and separating;
like a store with different departments.
A time to pen poems captivating,
and divide all my emotions inside;
even put to the side things frustrating.
I put my grief in a box that I hide,
my past memories in a chest to keep;
oh yes, I like to ascribe and divide.
I go to the cemetery to weep,
for all those I loved now gone up above;
but try to not let them into dreams creep.
There is a time for seeking a truelove,
assign, label, seclude, group, draw apart;
and a time for finding my own self-love.
Each day has a specific time for art,
and a time to pray and to talk with God;
my beliefs are mine and part of my heart.
my friend Buddha helps me 'cause I am flawed,
I survive by having things in their place;
for in my past from deep pits I have clawed,
Each day I live in harmony and grace,
my way may not be yours but it is mine;
happiness is when each thing has a space.
Mental health, a precious treasure
Often overlooked, but its value cannot measure
A fragile thing, yet so resilient
It takes care of us, with love and fulfillment
Anxiety, depression, bipolar, BPD, PTSD, ADHD or OCD
Mental illnesses affect humanity
In silence, many suffer in depression, loneliness and despair
But it’s time to break this stigma we can no longer bear
Mental health is a life process
Self-care, mindfulness, and therapy it can progress
It’s essential to maintain our well-being
To prevent mental illness from intervening
We must take care of ourselves, both body and mind
To ensure our mental health, we must unwind
Meditate, practice self-love, and exercise
These simple things can help to prioritize
Let’s create a world where we can openly discuss
Mental health without any shame or fuss
We must support those who suffer unseen
Together, we can break the stigma and intervene
So let’s talk, educate, and uplift
Empower those who need a helpful lift
Let’s start a conversation about mental health
And make it a priority for everyone’s wealth.