A Good Chance

There is a good chance that if you don’t learn how to control your anger, we’re finished. When you’re angry, you are blind and you see nothing but what is in front of you. You’re paralyzed, unable to be rational and create solutions. Your anger will be the death of you but I can’t let it be for me.

Sunrise Skies

There’s something miraculous about watching the residue of morning darkness transform into sunrise skies. The sun’s rays slowly pierce the blackness and begin to radiate pure light. As the light shines, your countenance begins to glow, your eyes are widened, you’re reassured, confident, and you know the day is dawning.

Nothing sounds good

Nothing sounds good after you’ve had a visit from police, telling you your father’s been shot. Nothing sounds good after having to go to the mortuary to i.d. his body. Why, why, why, why is all I could think. My daddy was on a table, looking as stiff as an ironing board, no life in his body.

How could you

How could you betray me after I’ve been nothing but loyal? How could you be unfaithful when I’ve give you all of me? How could you hold me so close to your heart at night and lie to my face? How could you possibly say I’m your queen and disrespect me like I’m a worthless, rusty penny? You must not love yourself because you definitely don’t love me.

Why not?

Why not dare to be different? Why not go against trends or set your own? Why not rebel for the sake of not conforming? Why not test limits? Why not get out of boxes? Why not believe in the impossible? Why not embrace change and uncertainty?  Instead of thinking of reasons why you can’t, think why not.

What if?

What if my mother hadn’t died? I would have my sister Alexandria but not my sister DeAndrea. Perhaps my father wouldn’t have died of Aids, and I wouldn’t have been left to live with his mother whose heart was hard and love was cold. What if my mother hadn’t died? I would have grown up with both of my parents who loved and cherished me. I wouldn’t have been subjected to such misery and pain. I wouldn’t have felt lonely and abandoned, useless. I would have known what it feels like to bond with your mother. I would have been taught about life, what to expect…what to do and what not to do. I would have been built up instead of torn down. Maybe. What if?

My Enemy

My enemies are not sadists or psychopaths,

my enemies are not petty thieves or back-stabbing friends.

I have one enemy, my mind.

It is relentless, defiant, rebelling against truth.

My strongest enemy is the mind of carnality,

the mind consumed by vanity, the mind that is so small

it can’t see past its own concrete walls of deception,

the mind that is entangled with the affairs of this life,

forgetting that this life is fleeting like shooting stars.

Everything my eyes can see is fading…

My enemy has imprisoned me

but I was born free.

My darkness will be enlightened.

I will not sleep with my eyes wide opened

but in a moment I will be changed.