Poetry and spoken word are intimate practices —
I’m sharing an insight of the complex emotions I deal with daily.
It is messy and it is raw.
It is not for the faint of heart.
Before I begin, I ask you to not think of me any differently.
For those who thought they knew me, you’ll be relatively surprised.
I hope.
I believe in destiny.
Whether it’s God’s plan or the universe’s — I will be.
Every moment is meant to act as a stepping stone.
I have lost and loved and cried and grown.
I’ve felt the despair of grief,
and the high of success.
At times, however,
I faltered and could not fix.
I had to rise up, even when my spine would not straighten.
Beating, breaking, bending, bruising,
my confidence diffusing.
Never enough…
Heat creeping up the back of my neck,
when I am spoken of as a wreck.
They say I intimidate people with my heart and my height.
attempting,
to taint my image.
however, i am myself and know better.
I believe I was put on this earth for good reasons.
peaks and valleys, rivers and seasons.
I have learned to rise up, still like dust.
For, I will fiercely love myself, I must.
I have lost and loved and cried and won.
But, I wouldn’t change a thing.
Healing is not linear.