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“When there is a collision between your race and your faith, where do you place the weight of your identity?”........
We have grown so accustomed to the chaos, it is no longer alarming, there is little left to give warning. If by now you have not smelled the burning, you haven’t been paying attention
Kenitarenee
We are the hunted
Unsuspecting we prance about in fields
We say, we are living the best life
Our ignorance keeps us bliss
But the lions , crouched beneath the grass , wait for their moment
They will strike soon enough
We can not afford to be caught unaware
I didn’t know , is not an excuse that will spare us
I didn’t know this man personally
I was not even familiar with what made him a celebrity
But I recognize the all too familiar story of a life gone too soon
Of blood and bone wrapped in the flesh that never cooperates
Seeing the totality of man
Going from product of environment to changing the entire narrative
I am familiar with brown bodies striking the concrete just before their mothers tears
I am familiar with this story but I pray their will be an alternate ending as we introduce new characters
It is still in LA tonight
I pray the quiet breeds more than anger
I want a solution
“When you open your mouth to speak, you tell people who you are”
Les Brown
Young lady you have encompassed within you all that you need
Do not trip over your own tongue
Do not regurgitate truth, no matter how bitter
Do not doubt the wisdom that accompanied every trial
A full heart is the only kind with the capacity to give abundantly! Give of your overflow not reserves. Fill you up, then pour
Kenitarenee
The power of hope is to have change in only perspective not circumstance and sincerely believe in the most remarkable outcome
It would seem the stories that have the greatest potential for impact are the hardest to share. Don’t be intimidated by the truth. Speak Friends!!
There’s commotion in the apartment below mine
The breaking of glass and cracking of her voice
The response: Love is loud, surely it’s acceptable that it begs to be heard
There is yelling in the apartment below mine
Verbal attacks that sting sharper than any knife
The response: words are merely words, his actions are usually much better
The wise woman near by extends her heart and shares the final warning
Love can be imperfect, but not in the way that assaults and places it’s grandure in the shrinking of you
The response: silence
There is stillness in the apartment below mine
There are sirens and then there is nothing
The unit is cleaned out and others move in
The woman is forgotten
The love she desperately desired and gave but never received
Your love for a man does not tax you with the burden of trying to fix all the things in him that are broken
A creatives heart is not after accolades
It is the ability to resonate with even one person
It is the unraveling of secrets and baring of the soul
To have one say
I see you, I feel you, I am you
To be able to place into words the mindless wanderings of their soul
To allow others to hear the words they’ve never spoken aloud
People fear the storm
They’ll say it is an unwarranted eruption ,
Confusion
But it is the necessary chaos that peace and stillness will soon follow
It is beautiful
It is coffee and pencils and journals
and truth you did not intend to tell
It is God beckoning you to the quiet
That you may hear
That you may write
Poetry/Art doesn’t always have to be indignant. It can joyous! Remind people of their fondest memories and the very best parts of humanity!! #writingprompts (at North Las Vegas, North Las Vegas, Nevada)
“Words can only help you if you speak them.”
— Bianca Phipps, “Almosts” (via buttonpoetry)
📝🖊📚 #sundaythoughts #poetryislife #loveforwriting #writeforthestage #writeforthesoul (at Las Vegas, Nevada)