Fear Not

Black girl, you change your hair every few weeks. You wear bright orange shoes and put names on your body.....but you are afraid of change for the better. Afraid of the unknown. Afraid to speak up. Afraid to let your feelings be heard right at the moment that they need to be heard. Afraid to say no. Afraid to leave him, because you've always had him and don't know how you will pay your bills. Afraid to get on a plane to see new terrain. But you get up and speak before hundreds. You have given birth. But, yet you are still afraid.

What can mere man do to you? Are we not created equal? Of what strength do I hold in my hands that you are not also able to hold? Are your feelings so fragile that you do not even attempt a different direction for fear you may hear the word NO? Are you so dependent on a title that it defines you?

*Marinate*

Black girl, you glow with radiance only seen in the eternal Pyramids of Egypt. Your voice is rich and velvety and can command a crowd of thousands. Your curves stop people in their tracks, unable to resist the urge to look back. Your body is a living testimony. Your heart is of the purest silver. So, why are you afraid? Why must you take the easy way out? Because in the end, the easy way is a lazy way. And a lazy way is a hazy way. And once that haze clears from the spiritual clarity that has now been revived after laying dormant in your soul...you will be ashamed, hurt, perplexed and embarrassed that you wasted so much time. Time the only resource that we cannot get back. Wasted so much time with an outfit made out of facade. Wasted so much time doing nothing. Wasted so much time reading into things, when your ass should have been reading-things. Wasted so much time trying to hold on to someone who has an influence similar to that of a cancer. And when it is all said and done, I will ask you one simple question: Was your fear worth it?

Fear Not My Sisters and Walk in your Divine Prosperity. It is your RIGHT.

Not Guilty

I won’t feel guilty because……


I’ve chosen not to experience the fruit of the womb

I choose to buy a plane ticket over a bag of shoes

I choose to have Happy Hour in my own home

I choose to plan a trip not to the Caribbean but to Rome



I won’t feel guilty because…..

I’m living my life the way I want

In my delivery I tend to be blunt

I challenge the “old fashion way” whenever I can

I’m completely comfortable without a man



I won’t feel guilty because…..

I don’t want chaos in my space

I don’t want friends and family who feel life is a race

I dance to my own beat

Of what I choose to eat



I won’t feel guilty because….

I tell you no

I said so

I’m living my life

I don’t want to be anyone’s wife

Sunflower

I wonder if a sunflower knows that it’s a flower


I mean it grows under quite tumultuous conditions

Usually among the weeds

And in sweltering heat



I wonder if the other flowers with their sweet fragrance ever taunt the sunflower

Do they laugh at the sunflowers ability to wear its seeds around its neck?

How many people have overlooked the sunflower because it didn’t appear flowery enough?

Did they pass it up because it will not quietly fit into a jar or a vase?

Or maybe they passed it up because it requires too much effort to roll up sleeves and grab the sunflower in its natural terrain.



Now I laugh as I hear stories of the sunflower, and the jests made at its very existence. Some may not understand the growth cycle of the flower, or that it requires a challenging foundation to sustain. Some may not understand the complexity of the flower, even though its inner workings are right before their eyes in the form of seeds. But, I…I have an eye for the sunflower. It is beautiful. It is majestic. It is absolutely breath-taking. There isn’t a vase or a jar which could ever do it justice. So, grow, grow sunflower. Be as bold as the Universe intended. I will just admire you, groom you and encourage you in all your glory.