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The Best Kind (Freewrite)

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The best poetry,
is the kind that’s poured
out of our hearts like libations

The kind that upholds truth
like African Griots
tracing their lineage back to ancient Kings

The kind that fights for the freedom
of the common man
like an unselfish King
who’s passion is giving freely to his people

The best poetry,
is the kind that sings the song of life
over the drumbeat of love

The kind that’s born from the place
where the beat of the heart
intersects with the rhythm of the soul
and the words Tango with our emotions

The kind that’s expressed
with the humble confidence
of a child of God,
driven by purpose
unwavering
relentless
dedicated
and embodied with truth

The best poetry,
is the kind that simply is…
pure
compassionate
hopeful
dreamy
strong
courageous
brave,
and loving
like a mother and her newborn

The best poetry,
is LOVE… 

Beautiful sunrises
and breathtaking sunsets
LOVE…

Honeybees
and hummingbirds
LOVE…

Morning breath kisses
and nighttime prayers
LOVE…
just LOVE…

What kind of poetry do I like?
I like the kind that is
LOVE…

Perspective

How could I look at all the beauty God has blessed me with and still have the audacity to think that something is wrong with my life? I can’t.

That’s the thing with people that enjoy privilege. We have the nerve to feel sorry for ourselves and to ignore our good health, healthy kids, loving family, supportive friends, transportation, job, medical and dental insurance, the roof over our heads, God, and even the fact that we woke up and have been given another opportunity to do something amazing with our lives.

Let me just say, I’m thankful I grew up how and where I grew up. Thankful I grew up around people doing good and doing bad. Thankful I’ve been exposed to life and death, that I’ve been able to see people clawing and fighting for their piece of happiness and to be around people who’ve been given the world on a platter and still find things to complain about. I’m thankful because I understand just how preposterous it would be for me to wake up and complain about my life as I stand in the light of all that I have been blessed with.

Sometimes we just need to change the way we see things, not the things that we see.

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I Don’t See Ugly

Celebrate Life

 

When I see you at your lowest point
I don’t see ugly
I see uncertainty
as you try to balance the weight
of walking God’s path
while simultaneously trying to fit into man’s world

When I see you at your lowest point
I don’t see ugly
I see insecurity
as the damage of the years
of negative attacks
from your peers
and even your family
start to weigh you down
with enough doubt
to make you wonder,
what if they’re right

When I see you at your lowest point
I don’t see ugly
I see a work in progress

Someone who’s battle tested
and scarred
yet still fighting

Someone who’s been beaten up
and kicked while they were down
but still getting up

Someone who’s been doubted
and told they would never amount to anything
yet still chasing their dreams

Someone who’s fallen short
and been labeled a failure
but still has the audacity to believe
God has a plan

When I see you at your lowest point
I don’t see ugly
I see someone
who needs to breathe
reflect
to remember all those other times
when you fell in a hole so deep
that you never thought the light would
find you again
just before you did something amazing

When I see you at your lowest point
I don’t see ugly
I see beauty
I see power
I see resilience
I see life
I see light
I see love
I see infinite possibilities

I see dreams,
Your dreams
coming to fruition

I see truth and destiny
just within arms reach

I see you,
right on the verge
ready to ignore your fear
just long enough to say I do
to your greatness…

and why not
you’ve already come this far..