IN HER THOUGHTS

Girl you already have it!!! You are the epiphany of a strong woman, One dear brilliant woman, The best-endowed, with face & fire in her bosom Leaning from her human, she is independent Full of love, life in its abundance Through harshest time you remain untainted Her presence did confidence and self-awareness summon You know who you are, keep on pushing Get some gold spray for that lemon, Though life is sour taste it like watermelon Fit it in all up in your denim A match that was made in Heaven Selfish to lavish in your goodness Never apologize, let them recognize Baptize them with your goodness Legitimize your self-worth, Personalize happiness Make them realize You are enough in your eyes

What was! Where ‘the’ story began… “If you want to dispossess a people, the simplest way is to do is tell their story and start with, ‘secondly’. Start the story with the arrows of the Native Americans, and not with the arrival of the British, and you have an entirely different story. Start with the story with the failure of African state, and you haven entirely different story.” Mourid Barhouti There is nothing that is disruptive as telling a people the same thing over and over again, even if it isn’t true it becomes embedded in them. What I’m trying piece together is that the way we tell stories have a definitive stimuli. The narrative about African women or any women has been the same song with poetic and rhyme to justify the stereotype. A single story that have been told in different versions. For so many uncounted years woman were defined in terms of barriers rather than their triumph. Can it be changed? The imminent question that lurks over our shoulders. Is there s...

I know it's mostly just flattery but they tell me I'm a lover at heart or maybe a believer and I like how people see me. It's not exactly the same way I see myself but I think it's pretty close and generally life offers nothing perfect. I'm not one for long silences or awkward pauses, that's just never been me. I always fill in the gaps with words and conversation even when it's unwanted I somehow speak. Life has been a long tirade of lessons, some of which I was never supposed to learn. Society was always the loudest teacher when it came to all those wrong subjects. It spoke loud as I walked down the streets and it told me I was walking wrong, it told me I wasn't dressed the right way and my hair was done wrong. It whispered as I sat across from my date and it told me that for the food on my plate and the movie we had just watched I had to give it up It taught me that there was a price for things I was supposed to give freely because I felt so...

📷 Belinda Fewings The bad outweighs the good Twilight dawns, blame infests Conversations turn to arguments Because she wants to be heard Of monstrous words unmoved, With no wits of regard Old clothes upon old sticks to scare a bird In solitude echo of compliments fades And saw nothing more than atrocious comments With grave aspect, her heart prepared She was no good, that what she heard It may be, and had not yet stirred Ooh too desolate bird Whistling loud may yet be heard Not the first, second or the third A cry for room, though not a phantom stirr’d When you are misunderstood, Just know you good Whenever you fall, never tell yourself   You are no good Try over and over if you could Never give up, fight like you should