Spoiler Alert: This is a “Hair Appreciation” post.
Yall. I used to be the queen of bone straight hair which over time ended up damaging it. Literally took me 10 years to become comforatble with my natural curl pattern. Would have never worn my hair like this even two or three years ago. My hair and I have come so far. 😄
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I always wondered
how birds feel
gliding through the open
sky, nestling on the
above the chaos
of the world,
above the clouds
and their rain.
So close to the sun,
what need would they
have to lower themselves
to the ground?
Have you even noticed
the dirty red robins in
the nest outside
I wonder now if
they can hear our bodies
singing to each other;
Or our silent prayers
for one another
and each meal you’ve cooked.
I like to pretend
I know what they
sense gliding through
a cloudless sky or
perched high above the
world when I am near you.
Quick Reminder. In case you forgot.
If you have it within you, uplift someone through word or deed today. You never how you may brighten someone’s day through a simple acknowledgement of their value to you and to this world.
I found this photo on Google this morning (which credits Pinterest.com as the source lol) and realized that as much as I try to hold my tongue on the things I want to do in life, I ALWAYS end up telling someone. Usually my grandma or a best friend are the people with whom I choose to share my new ideas. Having a confidante or two is great, but not everyone has eyes for the work that He puts in us to complete.
Ultimately, I think sometimes we delay our own positive outcomes by sharing too much of the vision God want us to carry out with others. This delay usually manifests in our response to one person’s negative vibes or another individual’s sheer misunderstanding of the dream. For example, I cannot remember how many times I had to explain to my family that I was going to be an the first Black AND first Woman President! Why did it matter to my grandmother how hard it would be for me to succeed? Why was I constantly reminded about how much stress must have come with decision-making for the entire free world? Needless to say, I gave up on becoming the first Black AND first Woman President of the United States of America.
Decades and new dreams later, I am still explaining myself and my goals to people that sometimes cannot see the vision. Thankfully, this photo helped me realize that not everybody (no matter how close or familiar lol) needs to be on your soundboard/leadership team. Sometimes it is better to leave the conversation of your desires with The One that created the dream in your heart.
What desires are you sharing with others that only God understands?
I love everything about you!
From the tips of your tiny
nails and fingers
to the smile that lingers on,
outlasting your laugh.
You are my everything.
The sun doesn’t rise
without your light.
The moon and the stars
are mere dust
compared to the
sparkle in your eye.
Note: Samia means to be exalted in Arabic.
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Little-known fact: A hobby of mine is researching news about Black-owned bookstores.
Today’s news: Marcus Book Stores is returning to San Francisco! Congrats to the 56-year old, family-owned organization in being able to return to their beloved, first home!
For more information about Marcus Book Stores and its legacy in the Black community, see the following social media platforms owned by the company and news articles:
Marcus Books is coming back to San Francisco
What’s next for Marcus Book Store?
Dark as molasses and sweet as peppermint canes,
Go ahead check that window, stare at that mirror.
Drink all of yourself in, then count all of the ways
white clouds whose envy couldn’t be any clearer
try to imitate those burdensome beauty features.
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Because confidence has limited terms and conditions.
Because I imagine freedom in one’s own skin resembles this.
Because my mother’s was flawless but mine inherited all of her sins.
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