Love

Lynch

I walk around with a spiritual noose around my neck

Generationally designed beyond his anticipated 300 years

306 years has transcended and transitioned from the physical to pure mental

Keep the body, take their mind

Instill fear, distrust, and envy just to name a few

Talk about creating generational wealth on the backs of black women

Our submission to society and labor

Hell right I’m angry

Raising a child alone, knowing this wasn’t meant to be

Yet I have seen this amongst the best before me

My DNA craves the love of a black man

Family foundation and a culture far from that which was given to us

How sad has it become that I am the black mans last pick

Stripped naked and beaten by society

His masculinity torn, leaving the black woman to Man up

Reversing roles only to consciously later regain her femininity

My air becomes restricted every time the black man denies me

His spiritual connection and evolution are never invested in black women like me

I’m too close to the field

The laborer slaving in the sun.

The closer you were to being in the house

The more valuable you become

Our work ethic is acknowledged from the man in power

We stand front line to protect our men

Yet we are left unprotected

Being chosen over queens our conscious kings that claim to be woke

That resemble European features

The more successful he is

Depending on where he falls under master’s tree

He will deny me

Won’t look my way

Once creators now have become strangers

As a result of a psychological experiment

Intended for the use of horses

To break the black families like the noose

on a slaves neck during a lynching.

Love

She. Just. Left.

277474BE-17F4-4E23-810C-AC28EE15E514She. Just. Left.

Left with only what could fit in her car. Although she has accumulated a lot over the years, nothing was worth more than her peace. Days before leaving even a few miles away from her destination, she was afraid. Afraid of the unknown, afraid of failing, afraid of people having the ability to say “I told you so”.  One thing trumped her fears, and that was her faith. Her heart was set on another destination, another love, and just waiting things out. They were her comfort. A blanket to her fear of doing exactly what she always wanted to do. She took all that was necessary, no longer what was just important. As we sometimes fail to see what we believed was important was not a necessity. Her tower was a blaze, and all she could do was save her son and herself. Many things have been taken from her. Loved ones, money, mostly material things. The more she lost, the more she realized she had everything she needed.  The fear behind losing things silenced its screams within her ego. As she realized she was the power behind manifesting it all. She realized what was meant for her will be. Destiny.

Clothes being worn on repeat, ramen noodle dinners for a week, what are you willing to sacrifice for your peace. The beach. She had a dream of always living closer to a beach. Finding her sanity and relief. Everything around her was good enough for the old her. Imagine being placed in a box where your wings cannot spread. Instability was her concern as the main question was “Do you have family there?” “Who is down there?”.  She had no idea what was waiting for her, yet something tells me she has outgrown her current space. Every item of clothing she packed could not be worn in the new season she was stepping into. She couldn’t bring the lovers of her past she spent years chasing, nor her same old views of herself. When the sun shines, and the temperature rises, she is allowed to be stripped of the layers she once covered herself for warmth. She now has a clean slate, where she can be herself. Meet new friends that are on the same path, gain new experiences, and be renewed. Letting go of what was once holding her down in beliefs of unworthiness, and accepting and tolerating what was given. Everything flowed. People tried to find ways to block this season, but they couldn’t. It wasn’t when she felt she had enough from the place she was in, that she manifested the new location. It was when the work was done within, did the new place call for her. Wherever she went, she took herself with her. With just herself and her six year old, no man, no house, no dog, no white pickett fence, no saved funds, no plan, and just faith. SHE. JUST. LEFT. That she was me!

This post is inspired by @she.just.left post on Instagram yesterday as she reminded me of my current journey. Choosing a life driven solely by my own desires as well as my sons. May this inspire you to chase your dreams and face your fears.