A little Monday Morning poetic pleasure…enjoy!


I am not my hair, I am not this skin

I am not your expectations

I am not my hair, I am not this skin

I am a soul that lives within ~ India Arie


“You are my Nubian Queen” he said.

Eyes shown deep like oceans blue, knowledge vast, unlimited and so well beyond his ordinary, that he could not even describe the heights .

“You are one of a kind, a diamond in the raw, and whatever you do, I will always love you because you are my superstar!”

Whew, this man was off the meter and I too was memorized by his depth. His deep abyss of thinking had me on that trip and only a sistah who had experienced this, could possibly understand.

“I love you for your uniqueness” was his trademark statement and I soaked up his melodic presence like honey on sun kissed lips.

Until the day he started to trip.

Replying after my visit to the salon, “Baby what’s up with the afro centric doo, it’s really different and truly does not define you.”

Aghast and somehow relieved, because I had already started to see the signs. I simply smiled and replied,

“My appearance does not justify or solidify my soul. This centric mode is not to be defined by you or anyone else. It’s simply my way of being myself.

…and if you don’t like it, you can find someone else!”

Peace, Love & Empowerment


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