Concious Confessions

PANDEMIC

Pandemic

As I stand here unfamiliar to some relatable to most

I’m introduced by preconceived minds as a dry shot when I’m a toast

They say the black sheep turn out to be goats

I speak words that nest knots up in throats

Self-aware I’m not in here to boast

I’m here to spread love testify and give due credit

To the Father Spirt and Holy Ghost

The power of three the powers in me I’m delighted to be

The topic of social media and shady family conversations

Giving me relevance but taking nothing from me

I know you heard of peach soft skin juicy and sweet

I’m speaking metaphorically should your poetic intelligence not reach these heights of speech it’s a pandemic, but my mask is off...

THE MIND OF A BLACK WOMAN

THE MIND OF A BLACK WOMAN IS TOO STRONG TO WITHHOLD. MOST MEN CANT TAKE WHAT THE MIND OF A  BLACK WOMAN HAS TO ENDORSE THROUGH HER SOUL. SPIRITUAL, INTELLECTUAL , BEWITHERED IS SHE. KNOW THE MIND OF A BLACK WOMAN KEEPS HER HUMBLED AS THEE. WHAT DO THEY SEE WHEN THEY LOOK AT SHE.MIND BODY AND SOUL REJOICEFULLY. FULL FORCE NO HOLDING BACK SHE GROOMS WHERE SHE LACKS THERE IS POWER IN THE MIND OF A BLACK WOMAN WE MUST GLORIFY GOD FOR THAT, IN HER MIND SHE KNOWS THROUGH HER FACE IT SHOWS STRENGTH EMBODIMENT BEAUTY SO BOLD. IN HER MIND SHE KNOWS THROUGH HER FACE IT GLOWS THE POWER OF HER FLOWERS AS HER PETALS UNFOLD SHE IS QUEEN. THROUGH THE MIND OF A BLACK WOMAN IT IS THIS SHE KNOWS! -    WRITTEN AT 16 YRS OLD

Concious Confessions

When you cant tell your story without criminalizing others

and people wonder why beautful butterflies still try to fly but their wings wont flutter. what lies beneth the secreats of a black sheep. Lost souls searching for answers as the preacher preach's. She lies under the rug where the dirt was swept. She cries away the pain like when jesus wept. The strain from constant pain of emotional neglect. Through her eyes your mezmorized as the hurt reflects. Tell my why I cant deny all the hate I felt. Only time will heal my wounds so I let it melt. If I died before my time who would ever guess. I was waiting to hit the wood to finally lay to rest. No bunks up in my casket so Im never pressed. How people love you today tommorow love you less, how people leave at your worst and expect your best, than I cant recall a time when the...