Healing

By: Chevonna Parker

Date: July/2012

Pretty Brown‌..Brown Brown I'm not the darkest and I'm not lightest, fortunately I'm brown.

It took long but soon I found I'm pretty brown, brown brown.

I'm on!

Layers of rough, tired, suffering.

Milk chocolate, smooth and soft skin.

Covered pores filled with pain, love and broken promises.

Using my flaws as excuses was the usual for me.

My big brown eyes that sparkle and glisten. the truth of the real me.

Not knowing , I'm letting my beauty stop me.

My dirt brown hair showing the strands that show everything from my strengths loving me to my weaknesses hating me all the way to my weeping split ends.

Not no more. This is me, take me or leave me.

Do you see? How I see? No one is flawless!

Spooda is a pretty brown.. Brown brown.

To Thrive Most importantly I need God to thrive.

To know he is there for me, to know I can’t do anything without him.

I need My brother to thrive To make us understand we all we got, To make him I’m here for him and will die for him.

I need Lil Wayne to thrive To let him I love him and will marry me.

I need Clear vision to thrive.

So I can continue going down the right path To success.

Not getting put down and distracted.

“I am” I am like a fly in the world Just wondering, floating, and flying around.

Looking for food, shelter, and comfort.

Throughout it all, I might get Smashed, stuck or simply keep going.

I am like the girl at the bar That’s been there a little too long But I just can’t get enough.

Can I get a refill?

I am like a river Polluted with all the things People are putting in my head—this and that The chemicals of lies, the toxins of negativity.

I am like the world Some people want to build me up To make it better, Some people want to tear me down.

I am like Helen Keller, In reality I’m blind But on the inside, I can see.

I’m like The girl that has been through some And has some more to go But I see the light And I will go on.

Me and Books People can take and take from me because they can’t see me happy.

But one thing they can’t get, is my love for reading.

I just love to read!

When I read, I really feel like I can go on Because Sunday had people put her down But she still came to be who she wanted to be.

When I read, I can feel what Kaya felt when her family Disowned her and she had to go off And make things happen On her own.

I can see the hurt that Zsa felt When she constantly got beat down But never became a victim.

I can hear the crying and the gunshots After Gina witnessed losing her first love And I can taste the blood after Jamila got punched in her mouth By her boyfriend For asking for help From another boy.

I can smell the piss in the hallways Of Elite’s apartment Being so old and raggedy.

I read because it makes me happy when I’m sad.

I read because I dream through those books.

I read because I experience through those books.

I read because I get motivation from those books.

I read because I get hope from those book.

I read I read…..and then I read some more Because that’s what I love to do and no one but God can take that away from me.

~I

want my dreams to drive me to my destination with out devastations and distractions through disguise.