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Accept Me For Me

The following is a poem I wrote as a senior in high school. I can remember dealing with many insecurities and issues about my own self and how others viewed me. People were quick to point out what I lacked…all of my “if only you were…” I finally came to the realization that I had to accept everything about myself; my hair, my lips, my nose shape, my skin tone, my height, my body size. This poem was the result of that moment of self-acceptance. 

I may not have

The long, light-brown hair

You so often fantasize,

And I may not have

A slender nose

Or sultry hazel eyes.


But I do have

Talents of sorts

And many abilities,

So I ask that you

Look beyond my outward appearance

And accept me for me


I may not be

The tall mystery

That attracts all of your affection,

And I may not have

The shapes and curves

And an unblemished, fair complexion.


But I do have

An open heart

And an unblemished inward beauty,

So once again

All I ask of you

Is to accept me for me.


Do I sound too bold?

Do I sound too proud?

Or maybe even too profound?

It’s just that I’ve seen

This inward part of me

And I’m pleased with what I’ve found.


Even though I’m not the image

You desire so much

The one of your fantasies,

It’s just that I’m striving

To be the very best

So just accept me for me.


Open My Eyes That I May See

Blindly traveling through life, I ask myself,

“Isn’t there a better way?”

How many times shall I stumble and fumble?

How many times shall I bump and bruise?

My path seems so dark sometimes that I don’t know where I’m going.

I can’t recall where I’ve been.

But I know my eyes deceive me with mirages and illusions,

fool me into thinking I see something that just isn’t there.

— Courage becomes fear

— Loyalty becomes betrayal

— Truth becomes lies

At times I want to call upon Elisha’s spirit to utter that same prayer he did for his servant —

“LORD, I pray thee, open her eyes, that she may see!”

I ask you dear Lord, anoint my eyes with clay and wash them in your chosen river so that I can receive your sight.

Open my eyes so that I can see those horses and chariots of fire you have surrounding and protecting me.

Open my eyes so that I may see the angel you sent to stand in my way when I was on the wrong path.

Open my eyes so that I can see the well of water you supplied as I wandered so long in the wilderness.

Lord, I pray thee, open my eyes, that I MAY SEE!


God Supplies All That We Need

As Christians, we are quick to say “God will supply all of our needs.” But do we truly believe this when it comes to our physical health? The more I read and study natural foods and herbs and understand the nutrients they provide, the more I think of the awesomeness of God. Scientists are discovering everyday the health benefits of foods in their natural state. God has entrusted these earthly bodies to us and has supplied us with everything we need to take care of these bodies. But what do we do? We subject our bodies to dangerous fatty oils and toxic chemicals. We consume, in huge quantities, processed foods, junk food and food-like substances.

In our physical lives, man takes earth’s bounty, tampers with it, adds to it, genetically modifies it, strips it of all its nutrients, subjects it to harsh processes and passes it off to the masses to be consumed. Placating our appetites and leading us to believe our hunger has been satisfied, but ironically we still crave more.

Now let’s look at the spiritual side. God’s word is meant to be our refuge, our salvation. When things are going wrong, we seek out answers. When we are hurting, we look to His word for a cure. But when man takes God’s word and tampers with it, adds to it, takes away from it, and modifies it he has now made God’s word ineffective. It has been diluted and is no longer potent. It loses its saving power and ability to heal. It is now dangerous to your soul and is no longer fit for spiritual consumption.

Everything we need, God has supplied. Hopefully we’ll come to this realization for the sake of our spiritual and physical lives.

Philippians 4:19  And my God shall supply all your need according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus.

Always in ☮ & ♥,


Caught in the Rain

Have you ever stood still in the rain allowing it to pour down on you? I can hear all my black sisters, “What? And get my hair wet?” I can see us now, crowding under umbrellas, wearing protective coverings for our clothes & hair. And what if we get caught in the rain? We’d run for cover as quickly as possible. But let’s think of this in a metaphorical sense.

Have you ever just stood still & allowed God’s blessings to rain down upon you? Or are blessings bouncing off your umbrella of bad habits? Do you cover your head with a negative attitude? Do you cloak yourself in selfish behavior?

Sometimes our actions & attitudes prevent us from receiving God’s rich blessings. Other times we dodge & run away from God’s blessings because we are too afraid to step out on faith. Maybe it’s time for us to change our mindsets & intentionally get Caught In The Rain.

The Myth of the Strong Black Woman

“Hey Mama Jean? How are you doing?”

“Chile, my doctor had to change my blood pressure medication again, my arthritis is acting up, can’t hardly walk, my grandbaby done had her baby and they at house along with these other grown folks who ain’t working, and you know I take care of Ms. Etta Mae down the street cuz you know she ain’t got nobody else to help her. But other than that, I’ll make it. I’ve got to cuz who gonna do it if I don’t?”

I know I may not get a lot of praise for this post, but I need to address an issue that has been weighing heavily on my heart. That is the myth of the “Strong Black Woman.” I am not taking away from the fact that I come from a long line of black women that have stood up against so much and have endured so much and still survived. The women I’ve seen have displayed so much tenacity and longsuffering. I am not negating any of that at all. But what I want to do is address this idea of the “Strong Black Woman.”

Just as I mentioned, those women in my life and in my family that displayed amazing strength are in fact not doing well at all. So many of them are taking so much medication, some are so depressed, some have so many physical ailments, some are carrying so much emotional pains, but still they continue to take it all on. It makes me wonder if we are buying into the whole idea of the “Strong Black Woman.” For as long as I can remember, I’ve heard this. Since a little girl, I have been indoctrinated to believe this. In as much that I needed to hear it, did it counteract what it was supposed to do? Do we as black women take too much upon ourselves? Do we try so hard to do it all? Do we somehow not ask for help even when we need it the most?

And what about our black men? They observe their women, their mothers, their grandmothers. Are they so used to seeing them do it all by themselves? Does that make it easier for them to leave the children when things don’t go well in the relationship? Do they depend on mama and grandmama too much to carry them well beyond their youth?

I am by no means saying that we as black women should just throw our hands up in defeat and wait for someone to come save us as damsels in distress. I, for a fact realize and understand that most black men admire our strength and want a woman that can stand up with him and not crumble at the mere sight of danger. But does this veil of strength cause them not to be as in tune with the need we have to be cared for, appreciated, cherished…loved? Or are those characteristics viewed to be too delicate for us because we are supposed to be these tough, strong super women?

I don’t profess to have the answer nor the solution, but I truly believe that the dialogue needs to begin in our community. We all invest so much and so heavily into this “Strong Black Woman” mentality that it just might be to our own demise.

Give Your Spirit Time To Heal

I have a friend who was in a recent car accident. Although she has no visible scars, her body was injured. It is all too evident because of the soreness she feels. She’s also the type that can’t sit still. She is always on the go and following orders that allow her body time to recuperate is very challenging for her to do.

We all understand that when you go through physical trauma, you need to allow your body time to heal. Aches and pains need time to subside; scars need time to fade away. Take it easy, slow down, rest your body. Any sane person would agree that putting your body through something physically challenging when it just isn’t ready yet could cause more damage. Your recovery time could be extended, or you could endure permanent damage if you don’t take the time your body needs before jumping right back into physical activity.

Why would it be any different with your spiritual self? Our spirits can endure trauma too. The death of a loved one, heartbreak, broken trust, repeated disappointments can and do injure our spirits. We force ourselves to continue on without giving our spirits time to heal.

After broken relationships, why do we jump right into the next one with our wounded, broken spirits? With hearts still tender we may position ourselves for more heartbreak. With frail self-esteems we may feel unworthy and accept just anything that comes our direction. Take time to examine the hurts and pains you’ve endured. Don’t dwell on them and make yourself bitter. Instead view them as growing pains. Use those experiences to prepare yourself for your next journey. Focus on areas of your life and find where you can become wiser and more mature. Become aware of your own self-worth and understand your value.

After the passing of a loved one, we need to give ourselves time to adjust to the absence of that person from our lives. But what do we do? We fool ourselves into thinking we are adjusting to the absence by busying ourselves with work and projects. We take the “just don’t think about it” approach and believe that we are doing fine until something comes along that reminds us of how much we really do miss our loved one and the grief can be overwhelming. Why not take a different approach? Take time to meditate on how that person influenced you in your life. Was your loved one your emotional support, your comforter, your cheerleader, your listener? Seek out others in your life to fill those voids. You may not be able to find that one person who can meet all of those areas, but we often have others in our lives who can provide separate pieces of the emotional support puzzle. You’ll also be amazed that there are friendships and connections that are just waiting to blossom when given the chance.

And while you are healing, be aware that some people will either intentionally or unintentionally impede your healing process. We can be selfish as humans and think of ourselves and our own needs. Be prepared to tell people “no” and that you cannot meet their needs at this time, and don’t explain why. People will take your reason, analyze it and figure out a way to explain you out of your own explanation.

Healing your spirit can take time.  Give your spirit time to heal properly. Don’t allow others to dictate how long your healing should take. Each person is different, but just as with physical healings, if it’s taking too long, there maybe some other underlying issue that is preventing your spirit from healing.

Always in ☮ & ♥,


Lord Help Me Stand

When the winds of life were blowing me back and forth, I would pray

Lord, help me stand

When I could feel the very ground beneath me shake so violently, I would pray

Lord, help me stand

When the raindrops of sorrow beat down so fiercely upon my head, I would pray

Lord, help me stand

And when the waters had risen so high I thought I’d drown, I would pray

Lord, help me stand.

But in my life here on earth, I finally, finally realized —

Sometimes the Lord doesn’t give us strength in our legs

To keep on standing

But rather he gives us strength in our knees

To keep on praying.

Beyond the Pain

Anger and bitterness stifle growth. We must purge these characteristics from ourselves to move past the hurts.

Bag Lady

The song “Bag Lady” by Erykah Badu spoke volumes to me and the imagery of the video was reminiscent to Ntozake Shange’s Broadway production of For Colored Girls Who Have Considered Suicide When the Rainbow is Enuf.  Early in life I can remember seeing a theatrical production of it on PBS and later seeing a live production of it by a local play group The Afro American Players.

With this song and play in mind, I ask the question,

What access baggage are you keeping around?

We sometimes hold on to that baggage because it’s familiar to us, it’s what we know. But just because it’s familiar doesn’t mean it’s good. It’s just that it has become so much a part of our existence that we can’t imagine life without it.

It’s time to purge yourself of those things, those feelings that weigh you down. Clear out those areas of your heart and make room for those positive and good feelings. Welcome in those things that give you life and bring you joy.

Like Erykah Badu sang,

“One day all them bags gon’ get in your way”

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