Call to Action - What's going on?

Where was the disconnect from the days when our ancestors fought for our civil rights, fought against hate groups killing off our race, fought for justice and equal opportunities TO we now becoming our own worst enemy and killing ourselves, to thinking that because we have a black president he somehow owes you something, to not taking advantage of the opportunities in front of us but blaming others for our shortcomings, to women exposing yourselves on public sites just to get a minute of attention, to having kids with no plans to give them a positive future....what's going on? Have we really forgot where we came from and are we ok with what is becoming of us? If we're talking about bringing troops home from outside countries but fighting a war when they come home...we talk about power to the people but putting the power in a gun or bullets versus power in your brain to make better decisions...what's going on? What is becoming of us to live in an environment where our children have a 6 month life span...what are we turning into when we can't encourage or uplift one another instead we ridicule and place judgement on those that are different than us or on a different path than us....what does it mean when we call each other names that we fight so hard for others not to call us, what is going on in this world where being a single black woman with high scholastic accomplishments is less likely to be married than any other race based on statistics and articles written on how men of our own race and outside of or race think of us as less desirable than a woman of another race...I mean do we think about these things? Do we think about how our families are being effected by the senseless killings of babies and children...not counting out men and women is general? What are we going to do? What is our plan of action? How can we change the hands of time and redirect it to the path that was laid before us, when caring for one another and looking out for each other was what we did...but now we're faced with this don't "snitch" rule on people that terrorize our neighborhoods....yet we can stereotype a person on a plane and inform a flight attendant of our discomfort if someone looked like what our government portrays as a terrorist. I mean really? Don't get me wrong, I realize that our entire race is not like all that I have mentioned, but in some cases this is the reality of it all....but at the end of the day...it affects us all, even those that are not with our race...seriously though...what the hell is going on?

Wise Enough To Call Myself A Woman

As I reminisce on the days of my youth

I come to remember moments of insecurity

Inferiority, feelings of being less than or nothing to be wanted
I used to believe that I was the problem
I was the thing that caused things to fail…
Caused things to not go as planned
At least what was planned in my mind
I used to attempt to transform into what was wanted
Thinking that if I transform, they wouldn’t want to leave
Deceived by their pretentious  actions
Making me have confidence in that all they wanted was me
I didn’t want to feel lonely or spend too much time alone
Although, alone I was even when they were around
My confidence hit the ground and began to mesh well with the dirt
I was hurt, lost…confused… and seemingly becoming bitter
I couldn’t understand why I was the victim of continuous broken hearts
Even with giving all of my other parts
Yet, overtime I began to realize that my heart was exposed
Exposed to those that I wanted to believe were for me
Whether it was their physical attributes, charisma or overall style
Whatever it was I thought at that time it was worth my while
Not taking in consideration the person behind the words…the person inside the exterior
For some reason I thought they were to me…superior
In those times of confusion, I used to think that they were the prize
Good Lord, as I reminisce….I see at the time I was not too wise
I wanted to convince them and make them understand that I was the one for them
Unfortunate thoughts of a young minded girl…indeed it was
But because I felt that way, I lost myself in the mix
Trying to fix every problem that was not meant to be mended back together
Forever, is what I thought I had, yet it was gone in a haste
But never to be and never to come is what I actually had to face

 

Until that day I learned and became wise enough to call myself a woman

A woman of class, a woman of independence, a woman of joy which was now found within
It is now when I have moments I spend with myself
That I can appreciate the lessons that I have learned
Disassembling my core…to understand and accept the person I am
In this time, I learned the things that I like
What I like to do
What makes me happy
What I like in a mate
What I like about me
Along with things that I like, I began to reject the things that I don’t
What I don’t like to do
What won’t make me happy
What I will not tolerate in a relationship
What things about me I could change
I made it my decision to not be bothered with things that will distract me from my goals and God
I see myself in a different light
I hold myself to a different standard
I am a woman deserving to be treated with respect and handled with care
I am a woman choosing to respect myself and reach success
Despite the challenges that I face and the adversities that I may experience
I learned that being myself is the only person that I can and will ever be
No masks…no cover-ups…just me

I can be stubborn but also very caring and considerate

I can be outspoken but I am also a good listener
I can cut you with the truthful words I say, but I don’t ever mean for them to be hurtful
I am confident and secure, yet I can appreciate compliments
I may have a steel door protecting my heart from intruders, but when the mate to my soul is revealed, he’ll see beyond the security system and find his way in
I may focus on my career and seem to care of only my success, but if you’re by my side, I will support, care and assist you in every way I can to help us reach our goals
I know I am not perfect but in everything I do I strive for perfection
I reach for the moon but always seem to land amongst the stars
I love hard, but when my love is given in vain…you will never get as close to me as you did before even with second chances
I am unique and a person of great substance because what is within me is what was bestowed in me from God
And because he is within me
I have a purpose to live in the word of his guidance and direction
This became my revelation
When I found me in this life’s equation