Continent to continent, country to country, culture to culture,
beauty defined, is as infinite as the stars in the sky,
the sand on the sea shore.
An array of characteristics to be celebrated: Dark-skinned, fair-skinned, elongated necks, skinny, curves, tattoos, big eyes, long black hair, long blond hair, short curly hair, long coiled hair, pointy nose, excessive jewelry, tribal scars….
And here in the West, what you didn’t get from nature can be achieved by knife through plastic surgery, implants, hair extensions,
all in efforts to attain: BEAUTY.
Every “beauty” should be celebrated!
Inner acceptance of your outer glory
is what catches the beholder’s eye…
Sophisticated, immeasurably educated
can shine in the board room
then escape to my prayer closet and get a prayer through.
Able to transcend the stereotypes but don’t push me…
Born in the south, da boot, the dirty dirty, Lousiana that is!
Got my finger-snapping, neck-rolling, and eye-batting game on lock.
I’m a devout believer in the laying on of hands,
getting it in old school, don’t need a glock.
On occasion have been ignorant to time and place
going Lawanda in a New York second
but I own it, it’s all me, not attributed to my race.
Tug-of-warring between sophistication and ratchet, Terrell Star coined it perfectly: Sophisti-Ratchet!
Yes I’m ratchet, he ratchet, she ratchet, we ALL got some ratchet in us.
F reeing yourself of toxic energy.
O vercoming other’s vengeance.
R estoring your inner peace.
G ranting yourself permission.
I nvesting in you.
V alidating your worth.
E xerting your authority.
Held against your will, unable to speak, seeming bound for life
but if you could only get close enough to the window to inscribe “Help”
It seems no one even notices, or do they?
Where is your sting? Who put out your fire?
Lately, a generic brand of the real you.
So much uncertainty, invisible to the naked eyes,
discernible only to those who dare to see beyond the adornments.
You wear them well but if only they too could speak.
Would they tell the story of “what was”
A message of hope from He who sees all, knows all, and can do the impossible:
Let Me In…..
Uniquely different, setting you apart from the multitudes.
Effortlessly executed, no outside stimulus needed
internal inspiration, naturally you,
enthused energy…pursue that!
Spend the majority of my young adult life falling
Running, ducking, hiding, trying to escape my calling.
If you plan on out running God, put on your best shoes
be it Gucci, Jordans, Timbs, or Jimmy Choos.
Exhausted and Frustrated, you settle for walking
for you know there’s no escaping Divine Stalking:
‘I’m a jealous God; you will have no other gods before me.
I will never leave you or forsake you.
Neither death nor life, angels or demons,
neither the present nor the future, neither height nor depth
nor anything else in all creation shall be able to separate you from my love.
I knew you before you were formed in your mother’s womb.
I will commit myself to you forever.
Confess your sins and I promise I’ll forgive your sins
and clean you from all unrighteousness.’
He pursues craftily, obsessed faithfully, however remains a Gentleman
it’s YOUR choice to let Him in.
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide….tired yet?
It’s human nature when hurt, offended, or wronged
to pull away from the thing/person causing the hurt.
Blame self preservation and its mission to protect “Me” first,
that innate ability to erect a wall blocking out all pain and fear.
We can effortlessly withhold our compassion
as if the love of God does not reside within.
But in that moment God calls us out of the ordinary to do the unordinary:
Even if justified and the acts are unfair, we’re called to be exceptional.
Called out, set apart, remarkable, the Bible calls it: Peculiar!
Uncharacteristically is how we’re expected to respond.
The Word of God reminds us the world will know we’re his by how we LOVE.
So when we’re tempted and have every right to throw up a wall
let’s use these tools of uncommon warfare:
Hug, Smile, Encourage, Motivate, Challenge, Comfort,
Admonish, Kiss, Inspire, Forgive…..