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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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“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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I love the skin I’m in! I use to not like how I looked because my hair wasn’t long and flowing, my skin was darker, and my features were different. I thank God for who I am and for my melinated glo-up. Dark Skin Appreciation Day 🙆🏿!!!

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*Random Thought*

The best feeling in the world, is the feeling of helping in producing happiness for someone. The other night, I was walking to meet my man at his job and there was an elderly woman walking towards me. I have never seen this woman a day in my life. So, she stopped me and stated,

“Ma’am, it seems that you’re busy right now and I’m sorry to disturb you. I’m not stopping you for any money, but I am just hungry and want to ask if you can help me.”

“Sure ma’am. There’s an Aldi across the street. So we can see if it’s open. What is it that your hungry for?”

“I just need something to last me through the week. Maybe, a loaf of bread, some lunch meat, and some cheese.”

“Would you like anything to drink?”

“Sure, anything will be fine.”

So we walk to Aldi’s, but they closed at 9 pm and it was 9:11 pm. I told her that the only think open is the gas station down the street and I get a discount. As we are walking, she almost cried and was telling me her story of homelessness and not being able to eat and she was living out of her car. 

We get to the gas station and they don’t have any lunch meat or cheese, so I found the small boxes of cereal that comes in a variety pack, as well as some milk. Before we went to the counter, I asked her if she had a way back to her car and she replied that she didn’t.

I bought her food, as well as provided her bus fare to get to her car.

Once she left, the employees looked at me and asked me if I knew her. “No, I don’t know her.” They looked at me like I was crazy because I just bought her a lot of cereal and milk, and then told me that I will karma will give back to me.

Honestly, karma already gave me something back. The simple fact that that woman can eat and get home, and the smile on her face after she received everything was a blessing in itself. 

I don’t give out of expectation, I give from my heart and out of love. There’s nothing better than that. 

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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. ~Gelisa L. Bonner

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💭Random Thought💭

Why do they find so much inspiration in Our struggle? Making a profit off of what helped us to survive and the things that defined Our Culture.