Diminish Me Not

Diminish Me Not.

When others’ fragility

Tries to diminish Me,

I feel even more empowered,

And all I have to do is just Be.

I continue to grow as tall as the trees

And more wise as the owls.

A descendant from royalty,

From grand civilization,

From education’s beginnings,

From knowledge far and wide.

It all runs through my veins.

Forever will it remain.

A continuous cycle of destiny

And greatness that I honor and carry.

So fuck you and your fear and fragility.

This body and what it carries,

And what it stands for,

Is here to stay,

No matter where I choose to be.

What Is Life To Cold Hands And An Empty Heart?

What is life to cold hands and an empty heart?

A meaningless nothingness.

A reflection of despair.

No humanity seen.

No love.

No care.

Mere ashes of hope gone dry.

Mere tears from when one cried.

No measure of value for bodies.

None for the dead nor alive.

Never Surrender Your Dreams

The time has come for me to write my last post of 2016. As always, I want to say, “Thank you” to everyone who has visited my site, liked a post, or left a comment. As with any approaching new year, and now, a new presidency, life is full of uncertainty. On the flip side of this, life can also be full of possibilities. I want 2017 to be a year of possibilities, opportunities, and growth. May all of you make the very best of your 2017 and beyond.

There’s uncertain travels on the long road to somewhere.

Twists and turns on a questionable road.

Unpaved paths to new unknowns,

That make you put guarded faith on the line.

Unpaved paths to new unknowns,

That make you put guarded faith on the line.

Uncertainty and doubt are heavy loads to bear,

And these elements eat away at one’s core.

Too far forward, so there’s no turning back now,

But for a moment in time, one’s feet are frozen still.

More road to travel, but the frightened heart wants to say it’s the end.

What if?

What happens at the end of the road?

When the hope dies out,

And positive vibes become non existent?

A stagnant existence is born that kills each breath taken,

And causes one to fade.

One will never know the possibilities.

What if?

What happens on the road still taken?

When you muster the strength to drop the load of uncertainty and doubt.

The body is now light.

Fluid movements allow you to just be.

Free.

And one can now see with clear eyes.

There’s something about being free,

That causes the body to press on.

Keep moving. Keep striving. Keep searching.

There’s a chance you’ll see what your heart is searching for.

There’s uncertain travels on the long road to somewhere.

Twists and turns on a questionable road.

Unpaved paths to new unknowns,

That make you put guarded faith on the line.

Uncertainty and doubt are heavy loads to bear,

And these elements eat away at one’s core.

Too far forward, so there’s no turning back now,

But for a moment in time, one’s feet are frozen still.

More road to travel, but the frightened heart wants to say it’s the end.

What if?

What happens at the end of the road?

When the hope dies out,

And positive vibes become non existent?

A stagnant existence is born that kills each breath taken,

And causes one to fade.

One will never know the possibilities.

What if?

What happens on the road still taken?

When you muster the strength to drop the load of uncertainty and doubt.

The body is now light.

Fluid movements allow you to just be.

Free.

And one can now see with clear eyes.

There’s something about being free,

That causes the body to press on.

Keep moving. Keep striving. Keep searching.

There’s a chance you’ll see what your heart is searching for.

Take that chance.

Never surrender your dreams.

I Have No Love Song To Sing

I have no love song to sing.
No sweet soliloquy to recite
Underneath the stars.
I’m sick with a disease that has no cure.
My heart barely beats,
As the confusion of what justice is
Proves to be a consistent strain.
I feel as if a single bullet aimed for my heart,
And pierced it multiple times.
A single body is housing multiple deaths and heartache.
As I drew my last breath,
I whispered a little prayer,
And ascended upon a higher path.
I have no love song to sing tonight.
Only a puddle full of tears and blood.

See Me

What do you see when you see me?

An intelligent woman whose free?

A poet with a knack for self expression?

A woman with the right to just be?

What song do you hear from my sweet voice?

Do I sing a song of misery?

Do I sing a song so unfamiliar to you?

Do I sing only of what you want to see?

What do you feel when we’re face to face?

Is it fear that enters your mind?

Or yet, an image of a thug or disgust?

If it is, then why can’t you feel my kind?

Even with endless cruelty, my heart still beats.

I walk forward with my head held high.

Walk with a fist in the air that you see as racist.

But I just call it solidarity, self love, and self pride.

What is it that you see within this body?

And why can’t you just see me?