"To love. To be loved. To never forget your insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never, to forget."
"Oh, but I do love to love. I'd love you mostly, under the midnight skies, raining stars, quiet whispers exchanged between just us. You, incomparable to others, and me-- a queen. I'm yours now. Let love reign."
Relationships will undoubtedly be accompanied by difficulties, but it should not be difficult to love. I am completely sure of this. I believe that real love, like that Love Jones Darius to Nina type lovin' (spare me the argument of whether that is truly possible), is the bonafide truth-- no fillers. At the end of the day, whether you are willing to admit it or not, we all want to be accepted and cherished for our truth. Knowing this, I am bothered by the lack of effort and compassion that some of us have for each other and wonder how & why this has become so common among our sistas and brothas. As a black woman, I see myself in a black man, therefore, I am honored to be his partner and I treat him as such. As a lover, I hold myself accountable for the energy I put into a relationship and this world. As a lover, I treat my relationship as a gift from God and to God. What is mine is also his and being fully engaged & engrossed in his energy gives me a greater purpose. It fills me up....
I had no plans to write today. If I carefully examined the decisions I made as the day progressed, I do not recall the urge to re-edit this site or to even visit it, but here I am...smiling w/my teeth on full display and filled with an enormous (really) amount of excitement. I can't contain it any longer and know I shouldn't keep it to myself. I have to share it.
I transitioned into the new year with a new focus (no rose-colored lenses), as I suppose most individuals do. I needed, no..I was hungry, starving...for positivity & true acceptance. I needed authenticity in every single aspect of my life. This should have been apparent to me before, but it wasn't. I used to feel like leaf, flowing through the wind...knowing that I was a part of something much greater, yet unable to understand what that "greater" was. Was it just a branch or a tree? Answer: A tree, branch, and more.
I am a writer who doesn't write every day, even though I've tried. I am a poet, plagued with writer's block more often than not. I am an artist who once wanted to fit the mold, but I can't any longer-- my truth will not allow me to do so. I am a student, whose university studies focus on art history, historic preservation, and art conservation. I am proud. I am evolving into.
A blog, this may be, but to me, it is a visual recording of my growth. I will not make any grand plans for it, but I will write and share...because I have to. Like Whoopi Goldberg said on an old episode of A Different World: "you are a voice in this world." Believe that.