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Gods gifts

Woman you are a saint!
You have sewed together souls to bodies that would have never had a chance to survive.

You’re gods golden glue as he  binds you with wisdom and passion. You rock it  in a
Christian like  fashion that only a woman of god would understand.

Woman you are fierce.
Your sentiment is your pain. Your joy is your power!

Woman you are breathtaking.
With every word spoken and unspoken. You are full of charismatic character, god took his time shaping you. You breathe love and live life and you're sanctified by the word.

Man you’re are steadfast and sturdy.
Built solid as  you are the foundation to a nation. You are everything a black man wishes to be. Successful, loved and carelessly happy.

Man you are driven.
Working down to the bones building America’s back.
No fear or challenge could stop you from being promised.

Man you are sealed.
Guarding the souls of gods children. Protecting them by all means.
Cool ,placid and reserved as a lion takes its time to feast.

Y’all are gods gifts. He speaks vicariously through you. Time has giving you the scares and beauty to demand respect. How you survived in a world that did not accept you but in the end found love and gave love to all in your presence.

Sitting back thinking of stories of getting outdated public school books, and sitting outside cafes because you were not welcomed inside. Stories of segregated schools and teaching fear for  knowledge in the black community. How teachers would tell their students that they weren’t qualified for simple jobs like at a post office. How fear had been installed in the black community to protect them for whatever White America had brewing. Be a smart nigga by being a dumb one.

My grandparents faced the odds of addiction, strike 3 convictions, broken homes and lack of education.
 They are the definition of black excellence.

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He felt like home. Like grandpa’s hugs and granny’s kisses. Like a  school bus ride home, and  evening sunsets. Like afternoon Lunch with your Best-friends. He felt like home. Arms with an instant ease of peace, chocolate lips And a grin so sweet. He felt like ice cream on a summers day. He felt like a sunshine ray , and a Shooting stars runaway. He felt like home He felt like  Twilight, New Moon, and Breaking Dawn. He was was as high as the sky  and as bright as Nebula. He felt like why have I never felt this way before? He felt like a shower after a long day at work, like back-rubs And bath bomb soap . He felt like India’s Aries “Brown skin…  I can’t tell where mines is and where yours begins”. He felt like hopes redeeming  and pains end. He felt like home. Of course felt is past tense. But it’s still memorizing to dream of who we used to be. The trauma that can Happen when direct and in-direct meet. Like I’m saying things I don’t mean Because you act a certai