HERstory

Malcom’s Soliloquy

Sisters and Brothers there is a crisis at hand. The crisis lies in the fault of the white man.

The crisis is betrothed to the hearts of our women. They are broken and it is on us to fix. FIGHT. Sisters and Brothers we will never be free until we take accountability Maybe the fault lies within you and me for turning a blind to these obviouscasualties . Each day they steal and kill her valubility, her pride, her sensibility. Let them not take her blessed cultivations and create inequities. STAND. Sisters and Brothers

be aware of the signs . Sarah pays good moneyto mimic our sisters thighs, our sisters hips, and our sisters' minds. Real good money, yet, sister never sees a dime. Breathe. Sheww, Sisters and Brothers, anger it swells and it sweeps. Don’t succumb to anger, be light on your feet. Sisters, continue to ooze your essence from the valleys to the skies. They may reap the benefits now, but your glory is what will survive.

Poetry- She is strength

She is light as a feather plucked gently from a pure dove

Or as forceful as a lighting bolt striking a human nerve

Her tongue SNAPS- faster than a whip splitting ebony flesh

Her power is a vibration a reverie to the soul

She is a grenade in a peaceful pasture

Her depths surpass the oceans drowning you beneath her waves

She is the echo in the distance that keeps your dome on a swivel

HERstory

She is the echo in the distance that keeps your dome on a swivel

She is the single mahogany fist in a sea of ivory

Her voice is merciful like a word on a Sunday

She is authentically beautiful soaked in deep, amber rays

She is as permanent as the closing of a sepia rich coffin

She is a whisper in the dark one that permeates

She is admired- they even imitate

But Her virtue is boundless a rarity they can’t recreate

She is timeless like the shredded bark of a rosewood tree

She is effortless like the single strike of a knife

Poetry- She is life

The Aftermath Empowerment

”There is no force equal to a black woman determined to rise.” - Unknown

For My Queens

For My Women; unimpressed with the times, unimpressed with the lies, unimpressed by the disguise; it is time to live your life. Live it unapologetically and

Free: Free of all social liabilities. Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder, but what if the beholder told her that her beauty is more digestible from another, how shall she survive?

With the power that lives inside.

Strength oozes from your bronze pores; lighting the way for a generation of much more. For My Queens; Hold your head up strong; never let your crown fall;

For they are watching: Watching the way you strut, the way you saunter, the way others lust; wishing to possess just a piece of your melaninated glory to add to their story. They can fake your attributes, but never the magic that lies within. So how shall she survive? Only with time. Grow black queen, flourish black queen, and as your seeds flow in the breeze remember that you are everything.