My Blackness

A New Day

Love is...

Love is…
Patient
Kind
An everlasting bind

Love is…
Trusting
Compromising
Unending with souls intertwined

Love is…
Ubiquitous
Universal
An omnipresent force

Love is…
Me
You

Love is…
Us

Treasure

From the poised and dignified way that you carry yourself
Strong and proud
You are a treasure

You’ve carried the load of your descendants
Accepting all of the negativity thrown your way
You are a treasure

You’ve set the standard and made the perfect mold for the younger generations to see
How a strong black woman’s supposed to be
You are a treasure

Sepia skin tones define your beauty
Words of wisdom flows melodically from your full lips
Your eyes contain the history that’s lost on today’s youth
Your hands have toiled the soil that we so readily ignore
You are a treasure

You wear your heritage proudly like a suit of armor
Protecting you from the racism and hate that still prevails in society in this day and time
Your spirit is not broken
Your spine remains straight
Despite the problems and burden you’ve ...

Thank You Mama

Mama I want to thank you for giving me life
You love me and take care of me by making me have less strife

Mama I want to thank you for being there for me
You wipe my tears when I cry, kiss away my frowns
Instead replacing them with happiness and smiles

Mama I want to thank you for supporting me
You are my shoulder when I need someone to lean on
You are my shelter in the time of a storm

Mama I want to thank you for picking up the pieces when I break
You heal me and soothe me
Empowering me with the courage to face hard and bitter days

Mama I want to thank your for being my mentor, hero and best friend
You have proven to me that by having faith and strength, everything that’s gone wrong in my life will come to an end

Mama words can’t express how I feel for you
I wish I could repay you for everything that you do
You have shown me that God has been in you...

My Blackness

My Blackness

Kinky Hair

Kinky Hair

Why you wanna go there and stare
At the uniqueness of me
Can’t you see
I Love the way
My ‘Fro Froes
And the way my Kinky hair grows
Just because my hair is not
Fried
Dyed
Or laid to the side
Does that make me
More or less
Beautiful than you
India Arie sang it well,
“I Am Not My Hair”
So why care
Don’t hate
But appreciate
The beauty of my kinky self
For years society has placed
Misconceptions on the word “beautiful”
A size 4, blond-haired, blue-eyed vixen
Folks how can we miss this
Radio, TV, and magazines
Have placed these queens supreme
But why not celebrate
The kinky-haired thick beings
Why not de-hype
The stereotype
And formulate a plan
To withstand
The Negativity
Criticism
And hate
...