I'm not supposed to say this. I'm not supposed to say anything. I'm supposed to keep everything to myself all bottled up inside, like a ticking time bomb waiting to explode. Not going to happen. We all need an outlet. Writing and prayer happen to be mine. I think too many of us are walking around with unresolved issues, especially black women. I don't care who you are, white, black, blackanese, asian, hispanic or whatever, rich or poor, we all have experienced something at one point or another that has left a major scar on our spirit man. It's not the end of the world. We can heal. Even from rape and incest, there is a way to be set free. So, don't give up. Keep searching for that peace, for that inner sanctuary, that place where you can go in your mind where you're free and whole. We have to stop looking for fulfillment in material things. They are what they and that's just things. They are nice to have, but they don't fulfill our inner needs. That can only be done through inner reflection, prayer and mediation. Things should be the manifestation of us made whole, however too many times, we're trying to front like we're whole, using things to cover up the scars or our wounds. Time to do the work ladies and gents, especially to my brothers and sisters. The world needs us to be strong. We can't go down. We've been through too much and the only way is up! Be blessed.
Love,
Kisha Deniece
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