I’ve never done a #mcm post but today I’m tagging to spark conversation. My fave Black male artist of today is @markusprimelives for obvious reasons (dope with his hands, conscious, and entrepreneurial). Whose your fave contemporary artist?
#HunnidStraightDays #artwork #creative #mlnn
Dear Beloved Followers,
Because we all can use a bit more Tyra, I’ll just leave this here:
I met an older man this week at a work event who was telling a few colleagues and myself about his foundation he started to mentor young men. Unfortunately, he did not continue (or took an extended break from) mentoring because of negative feedback and what he explained as “red tape” from the school administrators. To my surprise, he called it a “past passion.” Perhaps, I was surprised that this Black man/businessman/gentleman allowed himself to be discouraged enough to put his passion on hold for decades. He stopped doing something he loved to do because of other people’s opinions.
The conversation led me to thinking about how many Black boys could have benefited from his tutelage (or a mentor in general); about how many young men could have been encouraged to follow their dreams by being in his program if it had continued; about how many young Black men in this city would have become successful entrepreneurs. Then, I got to wondering about whether people will benefit from anything I have to offer. Is my passion enough to encourage someone else to pursue their own?
I have had some people tell me flat out that my style of poetry was not good enough; that my opinions expressed in my writing were wrong. On the flip side, there have been many people to tell me that they understood or were able to relate to my words. Many of the poems that those naysayers said were not good enough have been the same poems to connect me with some really great people.
As I am collecting pieces for my next book, I have realized that every poem was constructed as a result of a personal need; When I needed to heal myself of some particular situation or event, I wrote to gain closure. When I was excited about giving birth to my daughter, I wrote her poems and letters. Of course there were times in my life when I did not have the words to write, but they eventually came.
I cannot imagine passion as something that has the ability to leave or fade. True passion is usually a sensation that forces us into action. True passion is something we need to perform in order to stay true to ourselves. What is a past passion that you are allowing to lie dormant? What is stopping you from taking that next step–besides you deciding not to move forward?
Someone told me to post more. So I’ll be posting more to uplift and liberate the peeps. I’ve decided to challenge myself to do a #HunnidStraightDays of posting on all my social media platforms.
Of the choices below, whose is your favorite female author? Nope, you can only choose one!
A: Maya Angelou
B: Gwendolyn Brooks
C: Nikki Giovanni
D: Zora Neale Hurston
E: Terry McMillan
F: Shonda Rhimes
Is your favorite not listed? Let me know that, too!
To the girl with the almond,
staring back at me,
I know why you cry and moan.
Alone in your thoughts,
wondering why you stalled
and stifled your own creativity
for those insecure, chiseled arms.
Swarms of ideas, swirlin.
How unlucky of you to be here,
staring at me unluxuriously-
looking as I do there.
Beware of those deep feelings
that weaken your senses.
Can’t go on losing your sensuality
for the sake of their confidence.
Consciousness is a mirror used
for the healing of your
burdened soul. Unfortunately,
he might not know, I’d build monuments
for a love reciprocated.