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@wandersofmind
“ويبقى الله حين لا يبقى معك احد ”
#NowPlaying Summertime Romance by Johnnyswim
There is so much sadness, so many hurt souls just looking for the warmth of love. There is darkness that seems to touch everything in its path. I am drowning in the sorrow of it all, can we not find a middle ground? Just give me a place where I can rest from it all, the hate has scarred my heart too deeply. There is beauty still, above the clouds the sun still shines. There are still stars the glow in the sky, and flowers bloom along with the songs of the birds. In the bitterness and pain of life, there is love and joy. Oh, how I hope that I have the courage to reach for the good in this life, for this present sadness will last for only a moment. Hold on, love is on the move, in those who hope.
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Jean, Extra Petite
Individual Medley
Romans 8:26 KJV “Likewise the Spirit also helpeth our infirmities: for we know not what we should pray for as we ought: but the Spirit itself maketh intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered.”
10 Things I Want To Say To A Black Woman- By Joshua Bennett
1. I wish I could put your voice in a jar, wait for those lonely winter nights when I forget what God sounds like. Run to the nearest maximum security prison; and open it. Watch the notes bounce off the walls like ricochet bullets etching keyholes into the sternums of every brother in the room, skeletons opening rose blossom beautiful to remind you that the way to a black mans’ heart is not through his stomach; it is through the heaven in your hello, the echo of unborn galaxies that pounces forth through your vocal chords and melts ice grills into oceans, baptizing our lips until harsh words fade from our memories, and we forget why we stopped calling you divine in the first place.
2. When I was born, my mother’s smile was so bright it knocked the air form my lungs, and I haven’t been able to breathe right since. Its something about the way light dances off of your teeth. The way the moon gets jealous when you mock her crescent figure with the shape of your mouth. Queen, you make the sky insecure. Self conscious from being forced to stare at your face every morning and realize that the blues of her skin was painted by that symphony doing cartwheels on your tongue.
3. Who else can make kings out of bastards?. Turn a father-less christmas into a floor full of gifts in a kitchen that smells like the Lord is coming tomorrow, and we must eat well tonight. I used to think my sister was a blacksmith, the way she bred fire and metal and made kitchen miracles at 14. Making enough food to feed a little boy who didn’t have the words to say how much she meant to him back then or enough backbone to say so the day he turned 20.
4. Your skin reminds me of everything beautiful I have ever known. The color of ink on a page, the earth we walk on, and the cross that hold my Savior.
5. I’ve seen you crucified too. Spread out on billboards to be spiritually impaled by millions of men with eyes like nails, who made martyrs of your daughters. So I’m sorry for the music videos, for Justin Timberlake at the Superbowl, and the young man on the corner this morning. Made you just want to shed your flesh and become invisible. Never doubt, it only insults you because… men are confused. We were trained to destroy or conquer everything we see from birth.
6. If I ever see Don Imus in public i’ll punch him in the face. One time, for every member of the Rutgers and tennessee women’s basketball teams. Then, i’ll show him a picture of Felicia Rashad, Assata Shakur, Eartha Kitt, my mother, my grandmother, my 7 year old niece whose got eyes like fire bombs, and then dare him to tell me that Black women are only beautiful in one shade of skin.
7. You are like a sunrise in a nation at war. You remind people that there is always something worth waking up to.
8. When we are married i will cook, do the dishes; and whatever else it will take to let you know that traditional gender roles have no place in the home we build. So my last name is an option. Babysitting the kids a treat we split equally, our bed will be an ancient temple where I’ll construct altars of wax on the small of your back. We make love like the sky is falling. Moving to the rhythm of bed springs and bel biv devoe and angels, applauding in unison, saying; this is the way it was meant to be.
9. My daughter will know her father’s face from the day she is born, and I can only pray that this superman complex lasts long enough for me to deflect the pain this world will aim at her, from the moment she’s old enough to realize that the color brown is still not considered human in most places. My daughter will have a smile like a wheelchair, so even when i am at my worst, when the kryptonite of this putrid planet threatens to render me grounded, the light dancing off of her teeth, will transform the shards of my broken body into heart-shaped blackbirds, taking flight on wind that reminds me of my Savior’s hands, of my daughters’ smile, and my mothers’ laugh when i was in her womb.
10. Never stop pushing. This world needs you now more than ever.
Wildflowers of Tanglefoot lake, BC
from when i found wildflowers and raspberry bushes