But ever so still stands the underlying motivational force... of pain,
... of heartache
... of disbelief and shock.
It moves me,
though I ignore it.
It conjures up feelings that I repress.
And why??!!
Because I'm a "STRONG BLACK WOMAN!!"
I'm a fighter, I'm a worker!
I've got moves to make and bills to pay!
But aren't I also... Simply Human??!!
A feeler of emotion?
A susceptible embarker upon tragedy?
I want to feel!
I want to scream!!
I want to be allowed to go crazy,
to acceptably be understood as a human with vulnerabilities!!!
To kick and punch in a moment of tantrum and disbelief,
Not quite understanding at the moment why my father had to leave this earth so soon!!!!
Can't I just relish in the pure ignorance and irrational cognition that emotion and pain bring??!!
I battle with Self
I battle with Knowing
I battle with Wisdom
However, I choose to heed in order to maintain Sanity...
So in my mind I occupy my thoughts by creating...
A world...
A life...
A way...
A way through,
A way out,
A way over and healed from pain,
A way to Peace and Harmonious Natural Living
But I question myself...
Is there really a way?
or just manifestations of creation and fantasy?
What is truth?
What is real?
How do I feel?
Are my feelings just a product of how I choose to feel,
based on how the world thinks I should feel?
I haven't really written since seeing you depart
It has just brought such a heaviness to my heart
I can no longer ignore this weight
Avoidance is not the Key
As my eyes swell with our memories and times spent together
I will allow each tear to fall to The Most High's fertile soil and plant a sacred seed
A seed of transformation and growth...
A seed of power and wisdom...
A seed of legacy and transcendence...
Because of you I AM.
Because of me you ARE.
I don't have to be this "STRONG BLACK WOMAN!!"...
just myself
I don't have to be this "STRONG BLACK WOMAN!!"...
just myself
I never stop being Daddy's Little Girl...

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