If You Could See You As I Do


Would that you could see you like I do

You think others see your exterior and it’s all they notice

I see your beauty in spite of all else

You don’t want to be thought of as beautiful lest any attraction be shallow

I see your appearance as a reflection of your soul

I know the beauty of your words and your mind

The blessing and curse of the empathy that never lets you forget the plight of others

I see the drive void of ambition

The inability to cause others pain

The desire to avoid the shallowness your looks attract

You allow yourself to see the Africa in you and know that it is good

If you saw you as I do you’d know that you are rare and unique

Many pretty women are obsessed by their own appearance and make their way on looks alone

Looks that will one day fade…

Your beauty comes from the good within you

It is God herself saying, “This is my child and I am most proud”

When I see you, I see all your gifts of which your beauty is a reflection

When others say, “You’re beautiful” respond however you will

When I next say it, reply, “I am!”

“Some Places Are Not For Staying”

In 1996, Prince released a cover of The Stylistics, “Betcha By Golly Wow.” Before he began singing, he said, “Sometimes the words of another… seem to work out fine.

In the movie, “Finding Forrester.” Sean Connery as William Forrester said, ” I helped him find his own words… by starting with some of mine.”

Sometimes you run across the words of others that just inspire you to do something with them. I recently read a poem by Fee Thomas where a line jumped into my mind and has been wrestling with me to write something about it. I asked permission to use those words. “Some places are not for staying!” This is the result.

 

SOME PLACES ARE NOT FOR STAYING

 

Some places are not for staying

You may find yourself in them from time to time

They whisper for you to stay for they are lonely places wanting the company of your misery

They tell you, “Stay if you like”

They pretend to be comfortable places

But they’re not for staying

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Photo: Codewit.com

 

Grieving is not for staying

We all experience loss and handle it differently

But mourning is for a season, not forevermore

We love a person no less when we move on from grief

Forget them not but wrap yourself in the warm and good memories

Grieving… not for staying

 

Some relationships are not for staying

If pain exceeds joy or truth is never certain

When what you deserve is not what you get

Staying may mean blocking your true joy

Some relationships… not for staying

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Photo: Cosmopolitan.com

 

Pride is not a place for staying

Even visits should be short

It costs you much and gives next to nothing

Pride eviscerates truth, honor and trust

All for a momentary satisfaction

It rears its head again and again, when you notice it’s approach you should instead embrace humility and grace

Not for staying

 

The past is not for staying

Rather than trying to recreate old memories

Create new ones

Live not in the footsteps of past triumphs

Forfeit not the present

Learn from the past, let it guide you

Don’t stay there, it will only hold you back

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Photo: Wellspring

 

Love is not for simply staying

It’s not for staying because love is a dynamic thing

It requires sustenance, time and effort

Once discovered it can fade away so keep moving toward the light

Or the darkness of its absence will overtake you

 

Frustration, Disappointment, Fear, Envy, Hatred, Financial Hardship, Depression…

All places not to stay

How to get out when you find yourself in a not for staying place?

Find someone who’s been there before and knows the way out

Pick a destination away from that place and make plans to go

Pray and act

Pray and act

Don’t pray and wait

Pray and act

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Photo: Getty Images

 

There are places not for staying

Ultimately good for only wallowing and pain

Knowing you’re there is half the battle

Leaving begins with a single step

Some places are not for staying

 

Featured Photo: thenakedconvos.com

Old Friends

I saw an old friend yesterday

It had been years but seemed like days

We didn’t hug like men sometimes do

Patting each other on the back signifying that’s long enough

We embraced each other

Because there was joy in reuniting

 

We had traveled the country together

New York, Miami, Dallas, LA

Phoenix, Minneapolis, Denver, Atlanta

Baltimore…

Sworn not to talk about Baltimore

 

Old friendships should be treasured

True ones are rare

Silence need not be filled with conversation

There are no uncomfortable pauses

Memories fill all the gaps

 

He Has a Dream

This man has a dream

Not that the nation will “rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed”

But that it go back to a mythological time when America was greater

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Not that the son’s of slaves and slave owners sit down at the table of brotherhood

But one where he would compel respect and compliance and some lives don’t matter

Not where his five children be judged by the content of their character

Bu one where they are protected from skin color by a wall or a ban

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Not that little black boys or little black girls hold hands with little white boys and little white girls

In his dream, those little white boys and girls would be taught suspicion and bias, and hate

He has a dream, one parented by revenge and bitterness when a black man turned the tables and mocked him

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His dream has been embraced by those whose views are aligned

He renounces them not

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His dream…

Our nightmare

 

The Little Sister

 

 

I survey my kingdom from the throne

Many have gathered today in my honor

It is my date of birth and they come to pay homage

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They come from near and far

Regal costumes were worn

I myself wore a red cape

And a hat for a crown

 

Until this point, I’ve always been the younger sister

Still younger technically but now I’ve come of age

Make no mistake I love my big sister with all my heart

Nobody messes with her without dealing with me

She’s Four

I’m now Three

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I think I’ve always been aware

When I was born I knew my mother and clung to her

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My father took more getting used to as he kept going off to this thing called “work”

But he always came back

After he changed enough diapers and fed me, I let him into my world too

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When I was young I acted as a child

Now that I’m three I take my place in the world

Still the Little Sister

But also an independent force

That must be reckoned with

 

 

 

Fee Thomas at feethomas.com

Many of you may have seen the poems I posted on behalf of someone special with no forum of her own. I posted a few of my favorites which can be found here:

https://enigmainblack.wordpress.com/category/poetry/fee-thomas/

Fee now has her own blog and a place to share the words that captivated me. I wish her much success and I look forward to seeing more of her week!

Go check her out at feethomas.com

Enigma in Black

 

“When I write there is no thought. It is complete invocation of Spirit and heart. I write, simply, because I cannot stop.”  Fee Thomas

 

 

 

 

Black Woman by Fee Thomas

You let him beat you down, make you feel so small

Tell you the Truth, it mystifies me all

It’s like you don’t even know who you are

And here it is, your genes have traveled so far

Sister friend, why do you look at me so quizzically?

Do you not know that you are tied to your lineage intrinsically?

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So here you sit, proving that you are the strongest of your line

Go ahead, shake your head – that’s just fine

Lean back awhile I’ll tell you more

Your line goes back to when they first hit America’s shore

In slave ships they were; bound and gagged

Until they hit the marketplace for sale and tagged

On to the plantation, for beatings and rapes

The daring ones… up for escapes

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Your lineage surviving mass disease and incarceration

Your people living through racism and segregation

Jim Crow, lynchings, mass inequality

The women in your line said I’ll beat all three

So as you sit now in your skin

I want you to take a moment and remember your kin

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Evolution always moves up

To you, I tip my cup

Because you exist, that proves you are the best of your line

Sister friend you are doing just fine

Just do one thing for me, please

This moment, I must seize

The next time he wants to tear you down or call you “bitch”

Make sure to tell him there’s one little hitch

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You carry too many great women along with you for a word that shady

Besides, you are too busy being a lady

You are from what the slave ships stayed alive

Because yes, Darling, only the strong survive

 

Fee Thomas

“When I write there is no thought. It is complete invocation of Spirit and heart. I write, simply, because I cannot stop.”