starts as tender,
poised to emerge from the ground.
black soil of diligence,
Activate the struggle principle
for reaping the rainbow of
blossoms, gifts to turn their silken faces,
thankfully, to your Creator.
Mind, housed in my soul,
is the prophet who repeats,
My heart wrung itself today,
A song belted out a cry-
I knew the metal of it was my strength,
adamantium my reply.
Strongest stuff in the earth,
I will never fall, I recite;
(affirmations stated through numb lips)
even as it crumbled with my fight.
Brain fumbled for solid thought,
focus inside, draw from this strength-
that soon crumpled to a useless ball,
lost its width and length.
Thought it would be glorious,
like azalea’s blossoming petal;
guess that’s what you end up with
when you trust in pretend metal.
(2 Corinthians 12:9-But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.)
So many maligned my self-doubt
said confidence is mostly what it’s about.
Still when my boat was thrown ’round the tempestuous sea,
of possible ego, self-discernment to flee;
I was grateful for anchors of questions and doubts,
to whittle, to carve when my words played out.
Watch the fettered feet, thirst turns to yearning-
sallow face, eyes listless, pale with dead hope.
These hands a touch of silk on the thin arm.
Warm and soft embrace; face round, smooth, a smile
couldn’t see blazing eyes of flint and storms.
We are masters of the unsaid words, but slaves of those we let slip out. Winston Churchill (1874-1965)
via Just Saying 17.04 — Blog of a Mad Black Woman
Brilliant, bold, brash-
Smiling , persuasive.
Words magnetic, so many flock to
Suckle their speech like lifeblood.
Note: I should probably specify this is not at any charismatic preachers. It was meant toward any leader with charisma, whether political or any other group.
All the singing voices pound out their lasting melody,
with a thud, and single notes crashing louder than the sea.
Foaming lace from quick immersion, persuasion is in store,
individual in it’s time, authentic voice creeps over shore-
and others hatred flutters to willing bitter lips,
and the truth that told, the truth they hear from their ear slips.