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Black Man... by Gelisa Bonner

You are a beautiful, magnificent, an exceptional work of art.

Like the canvas used to create you and make you, was the resemblance of God’s own heart.

For every stroke and line, God took notes and time to present such a masterpiece, sublime.

So eclectic with your hands, heart, and  mind.

These are signs that you NEED to be protected, accepted, and respected.

It is disgusting how this society has reflected you as the enemy, try to be your “friend”, and do the deed of dropping you rejected. 

Yelling out you can’t cry that a tear can’t be dropped by a man who provides.

Or that you are always too angry for your women to confide in...Why are they lying?!?!?

There’s strength in your tears. There is triumph over your fears. There is a greater purpose behind this fight that they have to tried to shackle,  mock, kill your name for years!

Black Man...

You are love. You are loved. 

There are shoulders that give you the ability to lean, with melodic words of encouragement and power that come from your Queen. 

We have seen your struggle(s),. We have seen your blood, tears, and sweat.

Please understand,

WE hear you!!! WE see you!! WE will never forget...

The strength of your eyes through wars.

The resilience of your silence through those long nights,

The confidence found in your fist held up towards the sky, reassuring that things will be alright.

Black Man...

There is more to you, than you may understand.

You are beautiful, magnificent, an exceptional work of art.

Like the canvas used to create you and make you, was the resemblance of God’s own heart. 

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Random Thought

When Truths are labelled as opinions and once my words are labelled, they staple me as: Bitter Black Woman, Angry Black Woman, Attention Seeking Black Woman, Racist Black Woman....

But...when did the truth start becoming opinions? If you ignore those Truths and deem them as opinions, Does My Opinion Even Count? The truth lost its relevance when it was uttered from my lips, WHY?

Hmmmm...makes me wonder...

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Constellation by T-Speed and Gelisa Bonner

Anything and everything is possible. They say the sky is the limit, but I ponder on that differently.

 I want to pursue more than just a limit, so I dream of the galaxy consistently.

 I dream of Orion’s Belt wrapped around my waist. 

And to drink fine wine out of that Dipping Cup, washing down Success’ taste.

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“When your power ends, God’s power is only beginning. When you’re weak, that’s when he is strong in you” (unknown).

Through it all, God you have been and always will be my strength.

There are days, when my legs buckle under the pressures of choices, temptations, the cares, and worries of this world,

But you carried it all, your back resembled bark on the tree, scratched by the winds after a large storm.

Like stones being tossed, to mock you, insult you.

Hands resembling key holes, that you’v allowed me to see through.

To get to your Father, I have to go through you first.

You’re my strength. You are my strength. 

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Late Thoughts by Gelisa Bonner

Just imagining and wondering what real love feels like between a man and a woman.

The idea of just gazing into each other’s eyes, as if the future is revealed during that very moment, is beautiful to me.

Connecting with one another as if they didn’t have to search high and low, or go days and nights without each other.

 Like God never separated her from his rib, but he did so that they may see each other side-by-side and face-to-face, resembling puzzle pieces being attached in their place. 

Fathoming the concept of an old-fashioned love, where the family comes together and celebrates anniversaries that are dated longer than the number of rotations the Earth has completed around the sun. 

She’s his Mother Earth and he’s her soul’s bright star, the heart of her solar system; her world., 

I know that this love exists.

My name engraved on his heart, beating as if it were music. 

Every breath I take is the rhythm and the tempo of our growth.

Friendship crescendoing into a beautiful polyphonic symphony, that no sharp bass note can destroy,

Our connection, a chord because with God as our composer, we are on one accord.

One day it will happen.

I pray with every part of me, that he is closer than he appears to be, 

If one day he reads this, wherever he is, I just want him to know that I’m waiting in hopes that he has been waiting as well, 

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Daniel Fast - Day 3

I started my Daniel Fast on Monday, April 4th, 2016. It’s my first fast that I am doing without stopping. I’ve been praying more, eating better, and I’m beginning to refocus on my goals and aspirations.

At first, I thought I wouldn’t be able to go without meats, dairy, and sweets, but it is all a mental thing. I’ve been able to come up with great dinner ideas and breakfast ideas. Just praying God can continue to direct my path.

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Random Thought

I laid awake at 4:30 this morning and talked to my Man about life. We just talked until we had to get up for work. I'm sleepy, but conversations like those are worth it.

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When It Rains it Pours by Gelisa Bonner

I’ve prayed for better days, but I can honestly say that I thank God for these foggy grays.

Seems like they only come to suffocate the life out of me, but they just breathe life into these lungs. If you could see how many songs I have sung, the distance in my runs, and the battles that I proclaimed that I have won; you’d be surprised what these foggy grays made me overcome.

But in the midst of it all, these lips formed like tornadoes, uttering I am done. That is when the destruction begun. Here I am letting my doubts create storms and catastrophes. Allowing the thunder to laugh at me. All of this blocking out the sun (Son).

*Sigh*

Praise him through the good and the bad. DO NOT let anyone or anything steal your praise. It is bad before it gets better. Those days become beautiful testimonies.

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