Childhood memories

Childhood memories  (true story)

Together we played
On an early afternoon
In the dry high grass we stayed
Falling back, it will all be flat soon

Laughter filled the air
With our young voices so pure
Until a doggy joined the party on short legs and white hair
Is that your doggy I asked, what doggy are you sure?

I said yes look at him running over there, there and there
It has short legs, a white fur and Brown spots
As soon as I spoke, the doggy disappeared, come look at his grave, he is resting right here.
We all sat in silence as we connected the dots

Today I remembered the white short doggy, with the Brown spots.

(C) VanessaM. 2017

Insecurity incurred

The worst is... when you've been made to believe that your presence on this earth... your mere existence is a flaw. And that you need to go back where you came from, where ever the hell that is, that you're a freak a weirdo who doesn't belong. There is not enough understanding in this world that can make that ache go away... and there is not a friend in this world that can find the words that can make it all feel ok... none.

And as for the Heavens above... the potter can repair the damage that has been done.. but the pot will always feel the cracks of the scars even when they are no longer... none.

The most fundamental attack is a threat  on a person's state of being
Abortion, racism, discrimination, rape, war simply not seeing...
That no one is better than us and we are not better than another.
The root of all evil is not money, but intolerence towards eachother.
Why can't we just love and respect one and another !?
Hypocrisy in this society We  call humanity
Yes I'm talking to you, him and her... and even to me.

(C) VanessaM. 2017

Beautiful black nation

Centuries after slavery and the black society is still trapped in the slave doctrine. The world is not going to tell you that you're free... your children will never know that they are free... not If your mind itself  is not yet free.

What is it that keeps you trapped. What is it about my afro or the color of my skin that offends you so much... you... when you yourself are black?

Don't you know that the white man loved the black woman so much that he left his Caucasian wife's bed to be with one.

Don't you know that because of this, the white wife's came up with a sceme to make the black womans beauty inferior to theirs in an attempt to cure their husbands case of jungle fever? It lasted for a hundred... no it still exists! They tried hiding it, then they tried ridiculing it and now with all kinds of ridiculous methods, they try to own it. Plastic surgery, Fake buts, but injections, cornrows, lip injections....
If you can't beat 'em, join 'em right?
So.... why are we still trying to join THEM?!

Don't get it backwards... they tried to hide our curves and our hair.
Don't get it backwards.... why is it that only the light skinned were allowed near? Because... what did they teach you... because light was good and black was bad?

Think again... maybe the wife of the master wanted to see what the fuss was all about and the black **** was the best she ever had.

I'm not an pro black activist, but I love the beauty of God's creation. And He chose my fro, my color, my nose, my lips and all that makes me beautiful. Who are they to tell me that I'm not? And who are you to believe them? Keep your opinion to yourself if you do. They don't rule me... and neither do you.

✌Peace!
(C) VanessaM. 2017

Depression

Sometimes I just want to check out of life, but then I get reminded of my blessings and the effort of my loved ones and realize I must be grateful because things could be a whole lot worse
But often I think that I'm just making a bigger mess of things, please let me check out now  before it's too late

But then if I do I might surely go to hell. So I stay and I pray, ask God for deliverance, give Him praise for his guidance, patience and mercy. But I'm afraid, I'm always afraid that even my best won't be good enough. I  screw up every day, sometimes in the worst way. Sometimes when I get on my knees, all I can say is "please"!
Deliver me from this life sentence from hell, because it is hard to keep doing well.
My time may not have yet come, I know it's selfish but for a while now... I am done.

But then I think about my loved ones and those that are in need, please Lord deliver me from this greed; to want to save my own life, at the cost of others, there is nothing noble in that, no honor, no life.
That what you have breathed into me to serve another. To be a witness of your Glory, it's truly an honor. So please help me focus on doing well. It's the least I can do, thank you for breathing life into this empty shell