Mixtape Poetry: Be a Poem

In a world full of calloused hearts

And ulterior motives

Be passionate

Be authentic

In a generation known for building walls

Be transparent

Feel every emotion

Be rage

Be disappointment

So that you can be the evolution

So that you can be the joy

The rainbow at the conclusion

Of a storm

In a world that falls back

And falls short of human connection

That fails terribly

At fostering communities

Be open to varying opinions

Be accepting of freedom of choice

Be gentle with yourself

And your neighbor

Be full

Be raw

Be hope for a new day

Be sadness during darkness

Be exposure to all that is the human experience

Be the embodiment of life

In a world full of empty words

Be a poem.

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Pittsburgh

“What happens to a dream deferred?”

It grows

And expands

It takes time to decide

Whether suicide is its destiny

Or if life is the only way

 

It lies down and weeps

Rolling around in the possibilities

Of “what if’s” and “could be’s”

Self-pity is the initial reaction

To a dream left in the shadows

Of life’s troubles

 

What happens next?… is not the decision of the dream

But the dreamer

What happens next… is the thoughts

The resilience

The courage of the one who gave birth to such a thing

The one responsible for the care and tenderness owed

 

My dream

Left alone

Tucked away

And hidden

Accumulated dust

Lost it’s luster

But it did not falter

Once discovered again

I realized it

Was the same

Everything inside of it did not wilt

Rather it grew in wisdom

As my life grew in length

 

And now

It lives

Inside of me

A mature version of childish passions

Plays on in the fantasies of my mind

With more room to develop into

The woman who will not forget

To allow her heart to beat

Now the boundaries are being broken

Letting adventures unfold and take shape

 

A dream is not a silly thing

A dream deferred thing can be a strong thing

And a dream pursued is a sure thing

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To My Fellow Writers

Am I the only one that sometimes writes from a place of mystery?

Most of the time, I have a purpose, and I write with intention.

Then there are times the words just slip onto the page from a place I am unaware of. I would say it’s my heart. I could call it my soul, but honestly I do not know the origin. Word after word, pours onto the page and fills up empty spaces I hadn’t even noticed was there.

I call it God.

What do you call this mysterious place of discovery?

Ocean

This morning

God told me

I am an ocean

And the opinions of others are nothing but a pebble

Too insignificant to create waves

In the vastness of my existence

And

I must remember that it is okay to take up space

An entire universe was created just for us

So, I must not hesitate in being

I must not compromise my booming presence in their skies

I am an ocean

And I will not apologize for existing as such

Misplaced

Would you do it?

Would you submit yourself to those things that are killing you?

Would you play with fire?

Would you continue seeking their attention?

Would you wear an outfit that’s barely there?

Would you inhale what’s damaging your lungs?

Would you sip the poisonous liquid?

Would you take the fruit and indulge in the forbidden?

 

Would you sit with those girls?

Would you be in competition with every woman who might have more?

Would you compare yourself?

Would you secretly tear apart yourself?

Would you pinpoint what you don’t like about your own reflection?

Would you call yourself a bad bitch?

 

Would you let him call you anything other than your name?

Would you give away pieces of yourself for free?

Would you allow him to raise his hand?

Would you cover the scars?

Would you….stay?

 

Would you hold on to the resentment?

Would you sleep with hate?

Would you live with bitterness?

Would you walk with hurt?

Would you?

 

Would you do it if you knew?

Would you use your jewels for play if you knew their value?

Where is your crown?

 

Why are you lost if the kingdom is inside of you?

Why do you delay when the promises await you?

Why are you silent when authority is within you?

Why do you accept what is given?

Why do you see but have no vision?

Where is your crown?

 

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Rest in Liberation

Crushed velvet decorate pavement floors

Rich hues fill empty spaces

Tongues fumble into sobs

When words become inadequate

My brother is dead

 

He was not perfect but they call him monster

They name him Toby

And paint him in tar

They strip away his identity

 

Hands folded

Head bowed

My faith is faltering

 

Fist clenched

Guns loaded

My heart is a war zone

And I can’t think straight from the sound of bullets flying

Bombs dropping

 

Another one?

 

Fabricated truth tied around her neck

Strange fruit echoes in our ears

And through the eyes of my ancestors

I watch her body sway

My sister is dead

 

Oh it was done intentionally

But by who I wonder…

I am finding it hard to breath as the fabric of freedom crushes me

Every time those stripes flap against the wind

They lash back

Lynching my idea of liberty and explaining why it was never meant for me

 

My people are dead.

United we stood

Divided we are falling

Because I’m not black enough

Or you’re not conscious enough

What cultural responsibilities do we each actually hold?

And what does it really mean to have an excess amount of melanin in our bodies?

 

Justice is a dish best served alive

Not charred to empty it of it’s nutrients

Not fried to rid it of truth

Not cold to freeze over the passions

But with the blood still pumping

Come! Let me taste of the red wine spilt

Let me drink the memory of my brother

of my sister

of my people.

 

Give me liberty.

Because you already gave me death.

 

 

Tune in every Thursday for a new poem! 

Journeys Back Home

I wanted to journey across the world.

I wanted to plan an escape outside the state. California, New York, New Orleans. Anywhere outside of where I stood would surely bring me happiness and contentment.

The more I planned to run away, the more I realized I was trying to escape the wrong thing. It wasn’t about where I was physically. The discontent was growing inside of me and taking roots in my mental space.

A mental prison.

I really needed to flee my thoughts. They fly back and forth. They get high on possibilities then roll around in self-doubt. They ridicule and criticize every action I take. Every word that escapes my lips get replayed and questioned. Did I say that right? Did I offend this person? Did I come off as rude? I was on a self-inflicted rollercoaster of mental abuse and self loathing.

Now I am planning a different type of journey.

I am learning what is means to be present. I am understanding the courage it takes to not mentally escape and daydream my life away. I am learning to sit in my thoughts. I am listening to what the monologue constantly playing in my mind is telling me. About myself. About the lies I have chosen to believe. I am learning to be gentle with myself. I am learning to take control over what I thought was holding me captive.

One day, I believe I will travel. I believe I will explore parts of the world I have only dreamed about. But for now? I have to sit still. That is what God is calling me to do. Sit still physically and take a journey within. Explore myself. Learn the languages spoken in my soul I find it hard to interpret. Like why do certain smells bring to the surface old memories? Or why do I like feel a pain when I hear certain songs?

I’m tired of searching for home.

I am going to establish home within myself. I am going to watch how it expands, making love materialize.

 

Don’t Wait For the End

Why is it that we don’t consider it a testimony until the problem has been resolved.

I am encouraged the most when I see someone standing in the fire, tears streaming from their eyes, shoulders slumping from the weight of burdens, yet, from their mouths, I hear words of hope. I think the most powerful story is one still being written. It takes an ounce of faith on the part of the main character and the reader. Both must believe in the future. Both must will for better days to come.

So don’t be afraid to live out your truth when it is not pretty to look at. Your pain is a precursor to your victory, and that is the most powerful testimony there is to tell.

Everything I Am

It all belongs to me.

Success. Authorship. Financial freedom. Homeownership. Entrepreneurship. Things to come.

But also…

Failures. Lessons learned. Wisdom. Obstacles. Fears overcome. Things of the past.

They all belong to me right now. Simultaneously. I am everything I have already gone through and everything I will be. All swirled into one moment. I am everything I have gained and everything I will ever need. My ultimate resource is within.

Too often I have looked at things I want to accomplish as if they are outside of myself. But my calling and my purpose are within. It is not a matter of reaching for something in the distance; it is more about discovering what is already inside of me. Discovering the blueprint. Discovering all that I was created to be.

What an empowering lesson. I no longer have to desperately grasp for things that don’t belong to me. Everything I need. I already have. I already am.

 

Fight the Good Fight

Attack after attack.

Something has to give.

Everyday is something new. Everyday satan attacks in a different way. Everyday someone texts me about bad news. Every. Single. Day.

I’m not even sad. Honestly, I’m pissed off. Who does satan think he is? Or I guess the better question is who does he think I am? He must see something I cannot see. God must have clued him in on what’s going to be cultivated in my life in the years to come. I know greatness is waiting for me. I just didn’t know I had to fight so hard for it.

It’s funny because I am exactly where I know I am supposed to be. I am doing exactly what God is calling me to do in this moment in my life. Everything inside of me is still. The emotions that used to rage inside my heart, are now a calm sea. I am happy. That’s a sentence I don’t say often (unfortunately). I am discovering the peace God gave me from the beginning and what it means to choose joy every single morning. My tree is finally starting to bear fruit. And this is only the beginning.

But everything around me? Is pure chaos. It can be disheartening. But I take it as confirmation that I’m right where God has called me to be. Satan has no need to attack a person that isn’t walking inside of God’s will. Why would he try to rob an empty house? Now that I am storing up my treasures inside of the kingdom and walking away from the unnecessary noise of life….he isn’t too happy. The target on my back has doubled in size.

But you know what? I’m not scared.

I’m ready.