Friday, November 18, 2011

Strange Love

I saw you today
You passed right by me
And my breathe went away
You didn’t even say hi to me
I kept my composure
But I died inside
Because I never got closure
But I couldn’t stand the thought of you seeing me cry
So I kept walking too
Counting the ways in my head that I would let go of you
I turned back once
Just to see if you were looking back too
Watching me watch you
But no, you stayed straight ahead
Just kept walking instead
And I wasn’t surprised
But time stood still in goodbye
An ironic metaphor for our relationship, huh?
I make all of the compromises
And you make none
Me bending backwards
You keeping it moving
Me making myself an option
That you were never choosing
One big game
That I was always losing
Me, like a lab rat
You kept testing my strength
Just to have your hypothesis proven
I was so weak for you
But only for you
What else did you expect me to do
When I was a fool
Head over heels
For a man with a gun
Who would steal my heart and then run
I’ll laugh away the pain
But it’s not funny
How somebody that knew me so well
Better than anybody
Has ever or would ever, could ever know me again
Could be so distant
Homies, lovers and friends back then
Now almost like strangers

We lost ourselves somewhere back there
Two blocks before yesterday
And I keep searching the ground for memories
But you picked them up and threw them all away
I keep trying to find us
But instead there are stains on the sidewalk
From where we murdered love
It’s never coming back to us
Just fades more with every teardrop
And I keep running back for love
But there are signs on every street corner that scream STOP!
How could I still love someone
Who would rather run than love me
Reality is, you didn’t steal my heart
You got it from me
I handed it to you sometime before hello and after goodbye
But I couldn’t stand the thought of you seeing me cry
Because I gave you more than you deserved
You never stayed true to your word
And now our love is left out on the curb
And what have I learned?
That I would still walk a thousand more miles for love
If in the end it promised to return

Current Love

I thought this was something it wasn’t
I thought you were something you weren’t
Even before our feet hit the shore
Everything we never were went away with the current

What’s left now that love has been cast away
To the deep sea of forgetfulness ?
Loneliness will be the price we’ll pay
Our love, locked deep inside of treasure chests

Forgiving ourselves before the harm has been done
Of giving up on love
Or for not fighting hard enough
We’ll forfeit everything that we could have had
If only we had more faith in us
You’ll try and get it back
When it’s far too late
And we’ve missed out on fate
Because we lost precious moments
And time was unwilling to wait
Every shared moment was a waste
You’ll try and convince me it’s not over
But it’s only for the chase

You’ll try and pull me back in
Take me by the hand
But our love stops in the sand
There’s nowhere left to go
When there’s no ground left to stand

I thought this was something it wasn’t
I thought you were something you weren’t
Even before our feet hit the shore
Everything we never were went away with the current

What’s left now that love has been cast away
To the deep sea of forgetfulness ?
Loneliness will be the price we’ll pay
Our love, locked deep inside of treasure chests

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Love's Journey

Will you take my hand
And join me on this journey?
I, your woman
And you, my man
I’m sure that God himself chose you for me

The stars aligned
Just in time
To lead you to me
Waves crashed down
And angels sang out harmony
At the victory of this unity

“He who finds a wife finds a good thing…
…and obtains favor from the LORD.” (Proverbs 18:22)

So walking in accordance with His word
You searched and you found me
I, patiently waiting
Now thanking God for His graces
Giving Him praises
Because God took note of all my prayers
And covered all the bases

Like a needle on a record player
Playing our song
God didn’t miss a beat
And now I know in my heart
That I was made for you
And you for me

“Place me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm; for love is as strong as death, its jealousy unyielding as the grave. It burns like blazing fire, like a mighty flame. Many waters cannot quench love; rivers cannot wash it away…”
(Songs of Songs 8:6-7)

I’m sure were sent from above.
We didn’t just find each other
We found the epitome of love:

“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always preserves.” (1 Corinthians 13:4-7)

Through God’s lessons
We learn to strive for perfection
This love is the closest thing to God’s love
That I’ve ever been blessed with

I don’t know where this path will lead
But I know that if you’re standing there with me
At the end of love’s journey
I believe
Every one of my dreams
Would be manifested in that moment
And all of the possibilities of love

We would own it

We’ll look back knowing that we made it through the rain.
Let go of the pain
Just in time to learn that we and love are one in the same
Just as sure as salvation came,
This love, it will sustain

“And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.”
(1 Corinthians 13:13)

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

My Next Show!!!

Time Wednesday, October 26 at 7:00pm - October 27 at 12:00am


Location The Greatest Bar
262 Friend St.
Boston, Massachusetts


Created By Ralph Relly Rell Firmin, Mark A. Merren, Francis Pina, Roselyn B., Herby FirminShow all (5)


More Info New Life Entertainment Presents
Quality&Soul Poetry Slam
@ The Greatest Bar (Near TD Garden) on the 4th floor
Wednesday October 26 from 7pm-12am
21+ event

Soundtrack Provided by: JaggaMovements IntL
Hosted by: Relly Rell
Live Performances by: Mark A. Merren & Swerv-O
Spoken Word by: Rich Darx, MzEnveed, Mental Enlightenment, Frankly Pina, Lady Rose, Ms Gysele, Ali and Rondy Raymond

$5 All Night-Casual DressCode
Fellas- No Hats or Timbs.......Jeans/Sneakers ok with Collared/Polo shirt or Designer-Tee.
Ladies- Classy as usual
For more info call Relly Rell @
857-334-8875 or email @

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Show Tomorrow!!! Our Bodies, Ourselves

Come out and show love and support and witness an awesome line up of performers at Oberon tomorrow at 7:30pm. Visit for tickets and more info.

Saturday, July 30, 2011

Love Affair

Is the most dysfunctional relationship I’ve ever had
I try and get it out of my system
But it keeps pumping through my veins
Justifies and warrants the pain
Causes me to come back time and time again
Even when it’s hurting more to stay

No explanation
No resolution
Null of Restitution
A foreign concept
Ancient conquest
No true discovery

I’m convinced it can’t exist amongst this loneliness
There’s not enough room to embrace the magnitude of two all consuming emotions.

But love, it keeps me going
Keeps me knowing purpose in an otherwise purposeless life
Makes wrong right
When I’m sightless
Simple minded
Simply, it’s because I’ve been blinded by love

How you charm me into believing
That you’re mine
Even while you’re leaving
For the last time
You push me out the way
Failed attempt to make you stay
Press my face to your chest
Plead from my very depth

But I’ll be loving you still
Even long after you’ve left

I’ll put up a wall
Tough skin
Blank voice when you call

But truth is that I need love
Bleed love
Hear voices within
Telling me to keep fighting
Because I know it’s my right
And this love is pure destiny
Lives inside of me and breeds life

I nurture its growth
And don’t you know
I live to love this life inside of me
Learn to like its tragedy
Infatuated with the fallacy
That the true meaning of love is held somewhere in this twisted galaxy

How this love fuels me
Rules me like mighty men
But love don’t love me ever
Never loved me then
Promises forever
But never says when

Love is the most dysfunctional relationship I’ve ever had.
So as I pack my bags
I say goodbye to the love I never really had
Say farewell to yesterday
You’ll pretend you’re sad
But before I make it out the door
I’m already coming back

To this dysfunctional
Love affair

Monday, July 25, 2011

Her Heart

Her heart is heavy
Some have lost a few
She’s lost plenty

She’s never held more weight than she can carry
Still, she’s lost count of how many she’s buried
So she goes through life
Eyes teary and heart heavy

The load never lessens
A curse with no blessing
Memories of those resting
Taught consequences with no lessons

You can’t see her heavy heart
She’s played her part
She carries the burden
Pretends she’s not hurting


Her heart is heavy
Some have lost a few
She’s lost plenty

There’s no time stamp on pain
So she keeps reliving it over and over again
In the core of her existence
Hurt stays imprisoned

How do you support someone through mourning?
When every morning is a reminder of the loss
This struggle might cost her her life
This time

Constant retraumatization
Nothing is changing
So she strives to live beyond the pain
To be more than the pins she wears
Or her dried out tears
But all the years have taught
Is that it’s impossible not to get caught
In this whirlpool of destruction
And the corruption caused to her heart

So she loses hope in believing
Her heart keeps beating
Despite faith fleeting
Internal bleeding
Allows no rhyme or reason
For the chaos

So she remains lost to this
Passes it onto her kids
A viscous cycle
Pain knows no end
It didn’t start with her
And it won’t end with them
It will get passed down through generations
Past households
Across nations
Before we know it, we’re all hurting
Don’t you know it?
We’re all hurting

This pain can be cured in her heart
But she’ll never know it
Granted the ability to be the change
The ability to live again
Instead she’ll reap consequences
Even though she didn’t sow it
And she’ll go on hurting
But she won’t show it

She IS the generation down the line
Pain doesn’t heal with time
Without intent and work
So she’ll work to be the change
To move past the pain

Until it revisits her again

In her heart…

..Is heavy
Some have lost a few
She’s lost plenty

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that frightens us most. We ask ourselves, 'Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and famous?' Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that people won't feel insecure around you. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in all of us. And when we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.” -Maryanne Williamson (Used by Nelson Mandela in his 1994 inaugural speech)

Monday, July 11, 2011

The Land of Opportunity

People living in impoverished communities in this country enter lotteries hoping to win millions; people living in impoverished communities in other countries enter lotteries hoping to win access to "the land of opportunity."

Monday, June 20, 2011


I know this place
A familiar state
One that sadness cannot duplicate
One that happiness will not replace
It envelopes me
Dark cloud drenches me
No salvation
No patience for deliverance

Solitude in this confinement
My divine assignment
Why have thou forsaken me
With such treacherous misery
It lives inside of me
Where no external vision can see
Nor comprehend
A wound no time can ever mend

I remain fearful that my wounds are showing
My heart is heavy
There’s no place to dump this excess weight

My fate
That was never mine to own
Never mine to carry
In need of an annulment from this arranged marriage
Into which I’ve unwillingly married

God please help me,
To escape from this shelter of alone
It’s where I’ve built refuge
Where I feel at home

Impossible to be loved
When loving myself feels forbidden
Oh prison of despair
My sight is conflicted by blurred vision
Really I care
But it blocks out all instinction

This “feeling”
It won’t go away
So instead I succumb to a world filled with grey
And pray to God for salvation from the pain

Sunday, June 12, 2011

Love Is Enough

This poverty weakens me
Keeps me from fulfilling my God given gifts
But if not for this struggle that fuels me
My dreams would be no more than only a wish
Cast upon shooting stars
They soar through night sky
But eventually they die
Leave me vacant
But who am I to expect more from an existence
That’s lent itself as a poverty prison
For past generations of poor women before me
The seeds they’ve sown
Have grown up to offer more nutrients than ever before
But still we go hungry
Our children ask: “Mommy what will you eat?”
When the pennies we’ve scraped together still aren’t enough to make ends meet
Feeling like we’ve failed
When really it’s the world that’s claimed defeat
Sick to our stomach from life’s hunger
So we consume each other’s dreams
Devour their potential
Climb over each other
Like crabs in a barrel
Craving a solution
We all feed on this poverty pollution
We’ll starve
Forgetting the seeds planted for us
We’ll ignore the harvest
During disputes of who’s the poorest
We begin to waste away
To feed our spirit
We pray
Reminding ourselves to feast on love
It’ll nurture our existence
And it’s more than enough
Little did we know,
Love has always been enough
“But I, being poor, only have my dreams. I have spread my dreams under your feet; tread softly because you tread on my dreams.” -William Butler Yeats

Friday, June 10, 2011

Every Day I Pray

Every day I pray

Ask God for salvation for the ones left behind
Dusk will never find them
Their life ran out of time

We’ll lay them down
Heaven bound
Still searching for those lost and never found

Death runs this town
It wears the crown
Rules over war filled streets
And seized heart beats

There’s no escape
No rescue
When loss gets the best of you

Pay condolences for the ones close to you
Pour out liquor for the ones you never knew
So pour out juice and gin…
Rock their pins
Attend funerals
And memorials all year round
While gunshots still ring out
We’ll block out the sound
And ignore the root causes
We’re living in a generation that’s lost
To systems that bank on our death for profit
A government that locks our kids up
Then leaves them jobless
Though we perpetuate it
We aren’t the ones that cause it
I wish we could find the self love to stop it

“They’re” dying
Means “we’re” dying
We’ve lost the battle
But we can still win the war
That is what our ancestors died fighting for
So I’ll keep praying
Every day
That tomorrow what I pray for won’t have to be the same as the things I prayed for today...

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Perfect Love

Maybe this perfect love was too perfect
Maybe the Immaculate Conception that birthed it
Was far too much for human hands
So it spilled out of our grasp
Into puddles on the floor
Washed away by ignorant tears
Unknowing that those years meant nothing
They don’t get written into history books
Because like a crook, you stole the past
Like a thief, you took the only love that ever loved me back

Maybe this perfect love was too perfect
Or maybe I just wasn’t worth it
But you loved on me like I was the only love that mattered
When you said goodbye
That last time
That part of my existence shattered

Maybe I lived our love differently
But now what does it matter?
I was reaching for eternity
But you threw me from the ladder
Because you were too scared of perfect
Or at least that’s what I gathered
At least that’s what I convinced myself during that long journey through goodbye
But I made that trip gracefully
You took almost everything but my pride
Packed away in my suitcase, everything from love I kept
Mistakes and regret
Broken promises and lost bets
Turned around and almost lost step
When ignorance replaced fact
And I was forced to face the realization that this time you weren’t running after me
This time you weren’t coming back for me

Maybe this love was never mine to begin with
But if this isn’t perfect love then what is it?
What could possibly be worth more?
But hurt less
What do I keep looking for
Once I’ve already had the best?
Who is this prince charming I’m expected to invest in
When you were my greatest investment

Maybe this perfect love was just too perfect
Maybe the devil knew we would be innovators of the trend
Foolish were we to think that destiny was ours to mend
Or maybe God took back this perfect love
Because blessings are just lent
Whatever the reason
Whoever to blame
That perfect love is resting now
Upon broken sill window pain

My love is no longer our love
Will never be the same
My greatest fear
Too devastating to bear
Our love was the only true love
I’ve lost my greatest friend
And now the world may never know perfect love again

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

"I don't want nobody stumbling after me...THAT is why I keep on."

I am mother and child
I hear sounds of torn history ripped at the seams
I see child's hands reaching for stars
Trying desperately to grasp dreams
I long to know their stories of sacrificial glory

I am mother and child
I pretend sometimes that I lived in their time
Their story bound with mine
I feel a oneness with their lineage and it's what grounds me in my potential
My ability to be great
I touch dried tears of rescue delivered too late
I worry that my existence is bound to that struggle
And that dreams disposed of are forever lost to the rubble
I cry at the thought that they will never see hard work pay off
That they might never know the reward
And die only knowing the cost

I am mother and child
I know their selfishness was only part choice
The rest, no more than forced consequences for women with no voice
I say that I don't hold tight to the resentment
But I fall victim to projection and regression to past days
When they were one and the same
I dream of reconciliation between my desires and my patience
I try to give in to the purpose within
I hope one day change comes
Because I am mother and child
And decades of times gone by piled upon rubble and concrete
Rooted in history that devoted itself to the masterpiece that is me...

Anyway Poem

Written By: Kent M. Keith (Attributed to Mother Teresa)

People are often unreasonable, illogical and self centered;
Forgive them anyway.

If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives;
Be kind anyway.

If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some true enemies;
Succeed anyway.

If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you;
Be honest and frank anyway.

What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight;
Build anyway.

If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous;
Be happy anyway.

The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow;
Do good anyway.

Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough;
Give the world the best you've got anyway.

You see, in the final analysis, it is between you and your God;
It was never between you and them anyway.

Thursday, May 26, 2011

Patience Wont Break These Chains.

“Racism is man’s gravest threat to man – the maximum of hatred for the minimum of reason.”
-Abraham J. Heschel

My skin is not a choice
If it were, I'd still choose it
I wear it like an open wound
Still we have something to prove
400 years of enslavement
Still owed unpaid dues
We’ll pay with our lives and have to die for it too
Most will never understand
The burden of this flesh
Cursed with the demand to do more
But still receive less
So they’ll go on ignoring
That it’s my everyday existence
This skin: a bitter-sweet blessing in disguise
A complimentary prison
We didn’t choose this
But it’s what keeps us rooted
Futile catastrophe
Minute enormity
This tiny empire lives inside of me
Breeds disgust for a scorn nation
Whose every investment is rooted in race relations
Fallen fallacy
Collapses into the laps of those who endure it
But power stays stagnant in the hands of the ones who refuse to cure it

And it’s always been a Black problem
A Negro problem
An African-American problem
Granted the burden to fix them
But not given the equation to solve them

We are still hurting
Centuries of having it instilled in our brains
That we aren’t worth it
Aren’t deserving of God given rights
To which we were birthed in
But it’s where we’ve gained our fight
To be greater than
Stronger than
Those who told us we’d never make it
So we have to take it
Because everything stays the same with patience
And hate isn’t tamed with patience
And freedom isn’t gained with patience
And pain is not healed with patience
And chains don’t break with patience
And change don’t come with patience
Change has NEVER come with patience

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Check out my feature in Alwayz Therro Magazine!

Reflect and Strengthen featured in Hemisphere's Inflight Magazine!!!

Check out Reflect and Strengthen in last month's issue of Hemishpere's Magazine!!! Reflect and Strengthen is a young women's collective based Boston that I help to run and am also a member of.

Monday, April 25, 2011

Bags (Prelude)

It takes a long time for young girls to view their mothers as human. We grow up watching them conquer the world like superwomen; all the while, gaining unrealistic ideas of what we have to live up to. Trying to walk in mommy’s shoes, our spirits overwhelmed with the notion that we could never fill them…until that morning we wake up and realize that our mothers, much like us, are not perfect. Every woman can pin point that day, that moment, that incident that defined her newfound relationship with her mom. The day that we began to despise instead of emulate them. That day that we began to look down upon them, wish they were better, smarter, richer, prettier, more ambitious, skinnier, braver, more independent…and we hold onto that resentment. It walks with us, breeds life inside of us and becomes the space that harbors dislike for other women who look and act just like us and who walk the same walk as us. It becomes the place we harbor self hate. We begin to blame our mothers for the reasons we don’t have more, hurt less or know how to love better.

Somewhere down the line, somewhere in the mainstream of our adulthood, where self acceptance meets forgiveness, we begin to look into the mirror and see them. Many made mistakes. Many did what they could at the time with what they had. Many were young, some too young to be raising children. Some were angry, not at us, but at the world for not taking more responsibility for our children and placing more value on our lives, equipping mothers with the necessities of what it takes to not have to work three jobs and depend ONLY on the grace of God to raise us.

Some will never reach this knowing until they too become mothers, when they can finally look their mothers in the eyes and say “I know what you were going through…” Some of us will never get there because somewhere deep down we’re still carrying the burden of all that pain, still feeding off of the idea that we are worth less than the mistakes that our mothers made.

Only when we allow ourselves to let down our guard and heal can we begin to peer into their eyes and see ourselves in them. Only when we begin to base our perception of them less on their mistakes and more on the knowledge of how FUCKING hard it is to be a woman in this world will we accept them as human. Our mothers deserve that much…they deserve to be accepted, acknowledged, loved, adored because they carried us; not only in their wombs but through life. Our mothers are the backbone of society. They nurture life and prolong existence. Where would we be without them?
Mommy, I dedicate this poem to you. You will forever be a superwoman in my eyes…

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

I Am From...

I am from...
Mango and lime trees
Dried out wishing wells
And banana leaves

I am from...
She who raised me to be great
Worked hard so that her ceiling could be my floor
No matter how high my own expectations
She believed in my for more

I am from…
Less than enough and still more than we needed
From outhouses
Scarce resources
And faith in He who we were taught to believe in

I am from...
Catholicism and broad Christianity
From religion and sacrilegious tragedy
I am from betrayal of the book and treason
From denial of His word and what we were forced to believe in

I am from...
His touch
Seduced by the satisfaction of those who desired me to desire them
Turned lovers and friends
To false angels and demons
Therein dictating the love that I believed in

I am from...
Beliefs’ being what grounds me
And challenges me to be the me He's destined me to be

I am from…
This person
This place
This thing
This tradition
This memory
Those that made me but still do not define me

I am me.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

The Key to My Essence

You remind me of my essence
In that moment we’re undressing
And I let you inside of me
I trust in you
Lust in you
Like it’s okay for women to do
Contrary to double standards
And the only power you abuse
While I’m there on top of you
Is the power that I choose

In that moment I am freed
The key to my essence
And all that it takes
When destiny collides with fate
There’s no escape
Our love transforms the moon into sunlight
And we become one with midnight
As I fight the urge to purge this impurity building inside of me

You find me a solution
A resolution to this madness
In that moment, I become a woman
No longer weary of the sadness
Too much demanding of more than I’ve ever been able or willing to give
I am reminded of what it is to live
Even if only for a moment
And daddy you’re the best
When you put my loving to the test
You know more about the depths of me than even I could comprehend
Your love is like a blessing
When you pour your love all over me
And remind me of my essence

Friday, March 11, 2011

Free Write: LOVE

Seems to me that half the world is running from love
And the other half is still searching
For that place in all of us
That gives life meaning and purpose
Convincing ourselves that we deserve it
Is a full-time job with no benefits
No time off
No incentives
But this is as good as it gets
So we keep coming in everyday
For no pay
Promised minimum wage
But love doesn’t pay the bills
Besides, after taxes
What you’re bringing home isn’t worth the amount of work
That it takes
To make a broken heart keep beating
When love just keeps leaving us defeated
We result to bitterness
Tired from the fight
We’ve retreated
Settle for what we can get
Instead of all of the things that we’ve needed
Who’s left to believe in
Something with no rhyme or reason
We’ve all been keeping
Possibilities open
Wishing, praying and hoping
For something rarely chosen
Leaving us more lonely and broken
Than before it first arrived
But this time
The love I’ll be searching to find
Is mine

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Go Ahead and Hit Me!

“Go ahead and hit me!”

Emotion steams through darting eyes
Gaze locked with mine
For a instant in time
Everything that he’d internalized
Was absorbed into that moment

“Go ahead and hit me! I aint afraid to die…”

Takes more than “the right kind”
To find that the pain inside every step knows no reason to be alive

And I cried for him
For them
For every Black boy who thought their life insignificant
Only worth the taking
By someone who hadn’t earned it
Didn’t own it
And had no intention to ever give it back

He was already dying to live
Living to die
We know so few
Yet lose so many
What’s one more life?

The self-believed worthlessness of our people leads to stained sidewalks
You can’t see through blood to understanding
So he puts life at risk
Trades rights for tricks
Because he thinks that this is his way of demanding
But as usual, he is misled by bling and all the things that have no real value
And so he travels through life with a chip on his shoulder
And while he carries the weight
His heart just gets colder

With every friend lost to nigga
And every nigga lost to trigger
The world just gets bigger
While his passion just gets sicker

It’ll die soon
Just like the rest of him
His dreams will die too
Just like the best of them

What was, can never be again
Back then he was a kid with pipe dreams and friends
Now he’s a rebel
Regressing to when
A future was worth believing
And his people had meaning

But now he’s realizing
That equal opportunities are just lies
And he’ll have to work harder
Be stronger
And stand taller
To be awarded the same things
As those who hadn’t earned them

Oh, but baby maybe for a moment
If you’ll listen, I can show you that your forefathers were kings
And just when we gave flight, oppression clipped our wings
But freedom, she sings
She can he heard through our history
Through our voyage
Through our triumph
And through our victories
You have the blood of warriors pumping through your veins
And all that pain can either be an excuse
Or you can use it to revitalize your passion
Take back your life and stop asking
Feast on life and stop fasting
Live instead of just lasting
Because this life, it keeps passing
And I don’t want for you to be another casualty

All of this is what I should have told him
But instead he just looked back at me
As he kept walking toward his destiny

And I’ll pray for him
Because nothing I do can undo over 600 years of oppression
And no amount of words can convince him he’s worth more than less than
Not even his own reflection can reassure a soul who’s stopped believing in his blessings
Only he can learn this lesson
He is so beautiful and worthy
Instead he’ll go on not knowing

See, while he’s yelling “Hit me!” all I hear is “Save me!”

…but instead I’ll just keep going.

An Astounding Illustration of Heaven

A wave of affliction causes the depiction of this prison to be much different than what it actually is.
Past decisions no longer affect my inner vision.
My spirit, slowly giving in…
I must not
Will not allow it to die out
My prayer: undying dedication to the relation between want, desire, passion and action.
Remove my uncensored attraction to unworthiness and doubt.
Fill that void instead with motivation and drive.
Love is patient,
Love is kind.
It does not envy,
It does not boast,
It is not proud.*
It is the devotion for my people that teaches me how
To love
I will not wander about this place,
Wasting His grace,
His gifts,
Masking His face
Must allow it to shine through places that others have wasted
And remember the fulfillment of freedom
Because I had forgotten how it tasted.
In small breaths, I smell it.
In moments, I’ve felt it.
Damn that feeling!
Always lasting,
Never passing,
Forgotten treasure
Seldom remembered
Until the absence of You provides the promise of never something better.
If ever again I get to enjoy your sacred places,
I promise to honor that, which is more than just as occasion,
But instead an astounding illustration of Heaven

*1 Corinthians 13:4