Dear Me, I love you.

Dear Me,

I love you. Broken. Bruised. Insecure. Scared. These are the things that eventually made you who you are.

Once a blank muse and now a beautiful creation. A masterpiece if you will.

Who knew that within your years of living, you would have gone through so m2016-05-31-16-42-36uch to mold you into who you have become today.

It wasn’t always roses and beautiful sunsets, yet dark clouds and storms all the way around.

Cold nights and empty spaces.

Cold nights and empty heart.

Lost and confused not sure of what to do.

You made it. You’ve grown.

I love you.

I love you because you are smart. Intelligent. Important. Someone who may have fallen down 10 times, but stood up twice that.

I love you because in-spite of the negativity that may come your way, you choose to fight on. You choose to be prosperous in the middle of the storm.

Although things may not always be easy, you make a way to push through and let nothing stop you.

You are strong. You are more than a conqueror. A concrete rose if you will.

I love you, continue to fight on.

Love,

Me.

Unity Poem

A few weeks ago, a friend of mine asked me to be a part of a Unity poem with other women and men expressing our feelings about the world and more so being an African American in it. It was an honor to come together with these talented individuals and write. To bring all of our feelings/thoughts together and become one. I hope you all enjoy. WE hope you all enjoy.

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We are a nation awoken by the indifference of an adversary

The burden of corruption keeping our people deeply wary

We progress. We compromise.

but in the end WE all seem to face a demise.

Bullets… drugs… crime…

A number of issues that keep us behind

They attempt to hold us back

But we aim for the stars

Reaching… Ascending… Achieving…

Intelligence on the rise in the minds of the young

The brutal loss of an election that certainly stung

Revolution, revolution, revolution

Working together to build a solution

Do not be afraid of what the future may hold.

We have endured much more than strong winter’s cold.

We are strong, ignited and empowered

We matter.

And our knowledge is power.

When will we realize we matter?

After another 48 hours of killings

Or when it’s known their pockets are getting fatter?

When will we realize we matter?

The chanting and the marching

Is a great start, but not enough for modern day slavery.

2016 lynchings hidden under labels of suicide

We matter, we matter

Oh yes we matter!

And we matter more and more as the madness intensifies.

Say his name

Say her name

Say your name

And know that you matter

We all matter

Without a hashtag.

The older I get the more I realize I am a strong black woman like Maya Angelou I rise.

It seems like war going on right in front of our eyes, some days it seems like they want us to compromise.

Compromise our dignity, compromise our way of living, compromise the way we speak for what we believe in.

But no. We stand tall. We may fall but we will continue to fight on.

Fight for justice. Fight for peace. Fight for what’s right in our communities. Fight for equality.

We will rise. We will overcome. We will fight until the battle is won’.

Standing up for rights. Standing up for those afraid to speak. Giving all we have, we chant, we just want to be free. Free of hurt, free of pain free of reliving what our ancestors had to bear. Free of seeing our brothers and sisters killed while having their hands in the air begging to have their life spared.

We have never known justice, never known liberty and simply stand and fight for human rights that were taken from WE.

Tired of fighting the same transgressions and refuse to die in the same slavery our ancestors protested

Refusing to compromise our quality of life to simply pacify a people with no conception of what’s right

We will continue to awaken our own, continue to uncover crowns that our oppressors have stole

Enlisting melanated allies to fight for more, our aboriginal powers cannot be torn or taken away

After years of oppression we still shine bright as day, being feed by the sun, glowing and growing with every ray

And we will shout

We will scream

We will cling to our dynasties

Never imagining that freedom bells were covered in love but blood

An element of war

The majesty of black lives will be restored.

A Unity poem by

Auvonnie E. Alexander, LadiRev, Tailand Scott and Viola Constance