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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Sitting back thinking of stories of getting outdated public school books, and sitting outside cafes because you were not welcomed inside.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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The Help

For my Nephews and Ellie

  To my Sterling Boys and Brielle   I know a lot of time has gone by since you have seen me, just know In my heart you will always be. It’s so sad to write to you as if y’all aren’t here but adult drama fills the air.  I imagine you all have grown so big and strong, your childhood laugh warms my cold days and our memories together keeps me strong. I know I’m just your aunt but y’all will forever me my Bestfriend’s, the closest thing to my own children and Gods beautiful art.  I wonder what new things you have learned, what adventures you’ve taken? How many books have you read? Have you watched a good movie? How did you do in school virtually and what little pains you hold in your young hearts💜💜💜 I remember you all being so very smart, and I know your mothers are taking very good care of you. Please be patient with them because this time in life is hard for us all.  I shed tears writing this poem but it’s been weighing heavy on my mind. The only thought that I had was why did I have
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Home

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
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Toxic

  We twisted those beautiful moments with bitter words and shattered our reflection. Neither you or I can justify the war between 2 beautiful brains   We took those precious memories, and stomped out any light left in a deferred dream. Can you tell me the reason for our season? What lesson did we teach each-other that we haven’t already seen? Was I not humble enough of a women did you not accept my apologies. Do I frighten you? Are you afraid if you gave me your best shot, I wouldn’t shoot back?  It would have been better for me to turn down my intensity. I used to wish there was a way for me to tone it down, but I know now that it wouldn’t really be me.  To not question your intentions or the reason why you raise your voice at me. To listen, to watch, to feel so Carefully.    To question all things that come my way. It wouldn’t be me to be so care-free. I wanted to stand by you because I seen you searching for placement and your heart was aching from always being on your sleeve. I see
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