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I owe myself forgiveness
“A little rain is nothing compared to the storm I grew up in.”
— Mandy K., Constellation of Sadness
broken little boys & girls turn into wounded men & women. mothers & fathers, make sure your children don’t have a childhood that they have to spend their adulthood healing from.
“When light gets scared of darkness, you violate the universe.” - Dick Gregory
In the black community, seeking help for your mental health has such a negative stigma attached to it. As a result, we are suffering trying to survive by using coping mechanisms that are killing us.
“it’s a beautiful thing to be understood, but a powerful thing to understand yourself.”
— iambrillyant
God please keep me seated at your table.
There a men out here who will offer you wings, put you in a cage, and then ask you why aren’t you flying.
Read that again.
One thing about God, He is going to take you with Him to where He needs you to go. You can take a lifetime running from what he’s always needed you to see but eventually He will break you in order to restore you.
I got baptized today
I write poems to remind myself that I am still alive. Sometimes I live in my head so much that I forget what it’s like to live in my body and some days the only thing that keeps me sane is knowing that there is still life in my tongue when I feel lifeless.
I will love you through the brokenness and break throughs. I will fight with and for you (even on the days where you don’t feel like fighting for yourself)
But what if I don’t have the desire to be known? What if I leave this earth never making “my mark”? Have you realized that your mark only exist in the mind of others? And who wants to spend a lifetime trying to convince anyone that you are worthy enough to be remembered ?
When I say I would be here for you, I meant it with all the life in my tongue.
Everyone always says “I’m in my own little world.” I say, I’m planting seeds to become everything I always told myself I would be. My solitude and peace come before validation and acceptance. Only I can mold myself.