Poetry Post 7: Unity Poem 2

I see the way you look at me
the way you stare
those eyes full of hate
your judgmental glares.

I’m not a size two

nor do I care about the coil or kink of my hair

I won’t apologize for my self-love

that you can’t bare

a beautiful woman of color

nothing can compare.
I hear your disapproving whispers
your pointing fingers

because of the beauty you fail to see

And a love you don’t understand
Mad cus we interracial
I call to embrace reappraisal

with it my magnificence glows

You try your hardest to make my highs

so low, your mindset is so skin deep
it makes me cynical, makes me livid, makes me weep!

 

Your insults will no longer bring us down

We will come together black & brown

Strength and courage to uplift us

You can continue to fuss

We are minorities no longer

We’re making a comeback

We coming back stronger

Brown & black

The underdogs no more

Higher and higher together we soar

Like Maya Angelou we will rise

To your hate we say our goodbyes

You can no longer enslave us our minds are free

Today we let go of your negative thoughts towards we.

 

By: Stephanie Cofield & Viola Constance

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Insecurities

I never thought I’d be a person with insecurities. I am in no way a cocky person. I was raised and groomed to have confidence. My insecurities have always been more so with health issues than image. I was insecure about my insecurities. I’d never had a declining moment with self esteem during my adolescent years, but it took a hit during my college years. Growing up I didn’t have any major skin issues aside from what we all assumed to be a heat rash. Every summer (or so it seemed) I’d get little red bumps on one of my forearms. It happened other times when my body seemed to get overheated. The rashes lasted no longer than three or four days so there was no need to go to the doctor.

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Poetry Post 6: Unity Poem

We are a nation awoken by the indifference of an adversary 
The burden of corruption keeping our people deeply wary
We progress. We compromise.
but in the end WE all seem to face a demise.
Bullets… drugs… crime…
A number of issues that keep us behind
They attempt to hold us back
But we aim for the stars 
Reaching… Ascending… Achieving…
Intelligence on the rise in the minds of the young
The brutal loss of an election that certainly stung 
Revolution, revolution, revolution 
Working together to build a solution
Do not be afraid of what the future may hold.
We have endured much more than strong winter’s cold.
We are strong, ignited and empowered
We matter.
And our knowledge is power.
 
When will we realize we matter?
After another 48 hours of killings
Or when it’s known their pockets are getting fatter?
When will we realize we matter?
The chanting and the marching
Is a great start, but not enough for modern day slavery.
2016 lynchings hidden under labels of suicide
We matter, we matter
Oh yes we matter!
And we matter more and more as the madness intensifies.
 
Say his name
Say her name
Say your name
And know that you matter
We all matter
Without a hashtag.

The older I get the more I realize I am a strong black woman like Maya Angelou I rise. 
 
It seems like war going on right in front of our eyes, some days it seems like they want us to compromise. 
 
Compromise our dignity, compromise our way of living, compromise the way we speak for what we believe in. 

But no. We stand tall. We may fall but we will continue to fight on. 
 
Fight for justice. Fight for peace. Fight for what’s right in our communities. Fight for equality. 
 
We will rise. We will overcome. We will fight until the battle is won’. 

Standing up for rights. Standing up for those afraid to speak. Giving all we have, we chant, we just want to be free. Free of hurt, free of pain free of reliving what our ancestors had to bear. Free of seeing our brothers and sisters killed while having their hands in the air begging to have their life spared. 
 
We have never known justice, never known liberty and simply stand and fight for human rights that were taken from WE.
Tired of fighting the same transgressions and refuse to die in the same slavery our ancestors protested 
Refusing to compromise our quality of life to simply pacify a people with no conception of what’s right 
We will continue to awaken our own, continue to uncover crowns that our oppressors have stole
Enlisting melanated allies to fight for more, our aboriginal powers cannot be torn or taken away
After years of oppression we still shine bright as day, being feed by the sun, glowing and growing with every ray
And we will shout 
We will scream 
We will cling to our dynasties 
Never imagining that freedom bells were covered in love but blood 
An element of war 
The majesty of black lives will be restored
A Unity poem by
Auvonnie E. Alexander, LadiRev, Tailand Scott and Viola Constance

Reflection of 2016

Ugh! I know in June I originally wanted to do an overall reflection of 2016 as I was doing a mid-point reflection of the year. Now that it’s that time I’m really not wanting to, but I cannot just drop something I set out to do lol so here goes.

2016 sucked in the most beautiful way. I endured many obstacles on a personal and professional level. I lost many loved ones whom I took for granted and just knew they’d always be here. I’ve had so many beautiful experiences – I’ve cried in public with strangers, I’ve tapped into my emotions, I’ve allowed myself to be vulnerable, I’ve experienced accepting love without constantly overthinking motives, I’ve met a wonderful man who in all of his brokenness is a King who I am grateful to have met. I’ve learned many hard lessons like putting myself first and being selfish, because in your 20’s with no kids and obligations other than self, that’s what you’re supposed to do. I’ve struggled with my anger, I’ve been accepted into graduate school and wanted to give up on it all in the same semester. I’ve experienced the world a bit more through my fearless travels, I’ve allowed myself to fail, to “give-up” and much more based on what I felt. I allowed my heart to lead me more than I have in my 25 years of existence. I’ve hopped on a plane to see that broken King and in all the fear allow myself to be open with and to him. I did not complete any of the books I set out to and I’ve witnessed several friends including a few who do not read and heavily complain about writing author and publish books. I’ve connected with strangers on the smallest of things but on the greatest of levels; human rights, music, naturalism, pro blackness, positivity. I’ve let go of family and friends (which has and probably will always be the toughest thing ever for me to do).

So while tons of people are grateful for this year to be coming to a close and are ranting about all of the shittyness that came with it, I’m grateful and it’s a bittersweet feeling to see it go. It is my hope that I continue to grow into the next year and I personally do not retract from any of the amazing progress I’ve made. I thank those of you who follow me, those who send messages and comments (from love, conversation and even edits) and those who uplift me and encourage me to continue to share. It is deeply appreciated.

If no one has told you today I love you, you are cared for and you are needed! I’ll see you all in 2017.

– Viola Constance

I Clung and Now he’s my Loss

“You only lose what you cling to” – Buddha

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I’ve never did an actual update about Proud Dad/Long Distant on this blog. Those who follow know he was the prize out of four hopeful new friendships from dating apps, and for those who don’t know click here. I was skeptical about writing about him in grave detail for many reasons. One major reason I didn’t write more about him was because of my unsureness. I didn’t know what to expect. I didn’t know if a friendship would grow and a relationship would blossom, but in case it did, I wanted to keep it pretty private (not secret, just private). Another huge reason for the lack of updates was because I’d really started feeling this guy. It was a positive experience and I keep hold of those kinds of thoughts and memories as it is tough for me to write down in full detail what has occurred or what I am feeling (I guess it’s too much excitement), and I’ve also made it a thing to jot down negativity to get it out and I want to keep all of my happy within. PD/LD had become a big part of my happy. Reason three, I didn’t want him to think me strange or obsessed (he may now :/) if I did write more about him. I mean he knew I’d written a bit about him publicly and even read it, but I didn’t want it to become a thing even if he did ask if I were going to write about him again, “why not?” and “you should.”

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Echoes of Your Kiss

The faint pink of your lips
I avoided all visual contact
The entire night but
Thoughts of their fullness
Engulfing my pouty puckers
Continuously flooded my mind
Your voice rang out
“You gon’ give me a hug”
Sending a tingly feeling down
My spine at the thought
Of being enmeshed with you
In your embrace, the warmth
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