Eye of Joy

  When asked what I do to deal with adversity in an interview once; I immediately thought about a good friend of mine. My answer to the questions was then— I phone a friend.  I phone a friend because I know I have one to call  I phone a friend because dem women; they smart  I phone a friend because whichever once I call says exactly what I need them to say I phone a friend because when I feel down, I know they’ll hold me up I phone a friend because when it feels as though I have nobody — they pick up.  

  When you think about what time really is, what's your conclusion?  From the moment we enter into this world; people begin to count, measure and time everything about us. Our weight is recorded, our height is recorded and they continue to be throughout our life. How fast we can read, how quickly we can solve our time tables and how many times we can run from one end of the gym to the other.  Time goes from something we have as children, to something we feel we need more of as adults. Constantly trying to figure out what we can create to do things faster and save us more time. So busy trying to speed things up, we spend most  of our  “time” trying to get more of it.  

                            Clear my field so that only fresh wheat resides; remove soiled seed planted by the enemy that has festered and taken the image of tares within  My Battlefield .                                                                   

     I won’t sit here and pretend as though the way in which I see myself does not shift when my hair is “done”...... More specifically when it is done with “additions”--- other people's hair. Hair that has been manufactured, hair that hasn’t grown from my head.  I’d be a liar if I said when it’s me, just me and my hair —- there isn't a feeling of inadequacy. A feeling of ugly. Not attractive or rather “not as attractive as…..” And yeah while in part; the tv and the favoring of fare skinned girls with curly hair in music videos did not help this feeling of inadequacy... MY hair hate stems right from the spaces that I occupied the most. It came from auntie's mouth and cousins stares and whispers.  It came from perm after perm and no real healthy hair maintenance . It came from only ever being complimented once the hair is added and fried.  It came from getting verbally shamed by my older cousin for not having longer hair.  It came from not knowin...

  It takes one person.  One person to see you  One person to say you can  One person to have faith in you  One person to believe even when you do not  It also takes one person to discourage  One person to crush a spirit  One person to say you cannot  One person to assist in the creation of disbelief in oneself… Which one are you?

I want to know to where I derived from  I want to know where the root of my chocolate skin originates  I want to know the stories of royalty  Understand the traditions of the land and roam free among that land fellowshipping with the souls that occupy it The many souls that came before me, united and became one in the natural moments of passion; where two meet and allow their bodies to become one; sharing and transferring energies. Among those passionate moments the foundations of life are laid . While there are so many of us that have made it; so many others did not. Many family lines ended; many left with an end of tragedy; with no one left to tell their story— no proof they were ever here. 

  Release is the masseuse hands with just the right amount of pressure The hug from a man that knows his woman’s body  Release is the group hug that sweeps you up in a moment of sadness or joy Release on life;  release of troubles,  releasing everything to God Release through the pen  Release through song  Release through laughter  Release through giving and showing love  Release is the Pacific Ocean at its calmest currents  Release is the Atlantic Oceans strongest winds  Release is a babies laugh A toddlers run  A mothers love and a soldier's cry To breathe, to pray,  to meditate— to release.