my people.
my people
toiled and groaned and ached and broke
my people
wanted to taste freedom, instead
the sweat that rolled down their foreheads, and into their eyes, down the bridge of their noses and onto their tongues
my people
fought and failed, weak but mighty
generations upon generations upon generations of excellence
here we are
on soil watered by the perspiration of our people
victory is still not yet ours
the good kind of thirsty:
slowly but surely,
the music pulls you into a place,
where you are wrapped in a loving embrace
anger is forgotten
mercy is remembered at the altar,
the intersection of love and grace
but the response, those of you:
you who thirst for more
more than acceptance
more than empty relationships
those of you
you'll be touched by a moment where,
peace comes, and all else falls away.
reconciled.
for those who thirst believe
and those who believe, thirst.
my dear sisters:
1. do what makes you smile so you can keep smiling.
2. sunscreen babygirl, sunscreen.
3. liars exist; learn to co-exist.
4. the bad is never that bad. good can always get better, & greatness is within.
5. if it’s not sitting well with you, sleep on it.
6. time is very valuable because time is very limited.
7. being you is always an amazing idea.
8. never let your heart tell your mind what to do because chances are, your heart never thought it through.
9. if they’re trying to tell you what to wear, they’re trying to tell you who you are.
10. there’s literally only one you in this world. lucky, lucky world.