WedneSpirations: Reflections

“Just like Moons and like Suns, With the Certainty of Tides, Just like Hopes Springing High, Still I’ll Rise” ~ Maya Angelou


Yesterday was my breaking point. I think I am coming closer to my last straw.


Yesterday, I had a rush of fear that I don’t think I’ve ever experienced before. It was a strong fear; one that wasn’t about myself, but was about others. A fear that…at any moment, the Men and Women in my life, that I love, that I cherish, could suddenly be taken from me.

It was a crippling fear, that had an affect on my day.

Yesterday morning, I got on twitter and learned that another black life was lost. Yesterday afternoon, I had to endure overhearing the rant of a Trump supporter while at work, and Yesterday evening, I learned about another fatal shooting.

A shooting of another Man. A Black Man. The shooting of Black Men.

Yesterday was the day that I cried. Not at all for myself, but for the lives that I love and cherish. I cannot fathom how the lives that I care for aren’t cared for by the society that we live in. The men that I look up to, the men that I love, have loved, and will love, are just target practice for those whose hearts are filled with hatred and stereotypes.

My Father is Much more than a Black man. He is a Generous and Loving Man. Who sacrifices all for his family.

My Brother is Much more than a Black man. He is intelligent. He is a future leader.

My Ex-Boyfriends are more than Black men. They are game-changers, activist, artists and lovers.

My Uncles are more than Black men. They are givers of life.

My Aunts are more than Black women. They are bringers of life.

How is it that we are considered less than? How is it that we are not valued? How is it that we are not valid? And, how is it that we, Black People, are doctors, lawyers, and Presidents, but are still considered to be 3/5 of a human being…that we can be gunned down…that the films of our deaths are spread like cancer through the media…how our dead are criticized?

How is it that the death of an animal gets more respect than the death of our Men and Women?


I don’t know what God’s plan is for us. But I do know that our suffering doesn’t go unnoticed. God created Us in his image, the same as he created every other race. One day, our divinity will be realized.

One Day, as a People, We Will Rise.


WedneSpirations #3

“Beauty is in the cracks, the smudge, and the imperfect line. In an age of machine-made products, human touch is more valuable than ever. As with people, minor flaws can make objects more appealing. There is elegance in imperfection” ~ Dr. Samantha Boardman


Everyday, society tells us how we should look.

We hear it in the media, in songs, and in the everyday conversations that we overhear. And, it doesn’t help that we live in an age where a lot of the most coveted celebrities are enhanced by plastic surgery.

It is during this time where we, especially women, may feel that we need to change something about ourselves in order for us to look or feel better. In reality though, we were already created in a perfect image.

…Who told us that we needed to change?…

There are times when I look into the mirror and see a load of flaws.

“…Well, maybe if I just changed this small…..”

…And that’s where I stop myself.

I stop myself because I have to ask myself, “to what standards am I comparing myself to? The standards set by pop culture? The standards set by men?”

Every time I look into the mirror and see things that “need” to change, I force myself to see them as little specs of extra beauty…a little dot of uniqueness that no one else has.

I challenge you this week:

To that thing, that flaw, that you feel tears you down, allow it to uplift you. See it as that extra gift God gave you to stand out from the rest.

Instead of filling yourself with the negativity of what flaw of yours needs to be fixed, look at it as an opportunity to shine.


Peace & Blessings from yesterday and beyond.



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For the Love of Melanin.

There is a burden to having Melanin, you know…

It’s almost as if there is extra weight on our shoulders, which causes our breathing to be harder..and harsher…

then causes our steps to sink deeper.

There is a burden, you know, to having Melanin. It’s as if, when we walk, we are walking through sinking sand, or when we run, we are running through a rushing river…

There is a burden to having Melanin, and I think the hardest part of it is having to explain that to other, non-Melanated people. Because, you see, they don’t go through life the same as we.

But, it is all good I guess. Because, you see, this Melanin that I have is an honor that very few hold dear. And, although it may be heavy, this burden makes me stronger. And, although I may breath harder, you see, my lungs are just more fit for survival. And, although my steps sink deeper, I still have the power to move forward…and besides, my calf muscles look great in the process.

There is a burden to having Melanin…But there is also a beauty.


We are entering a time when we need not be afraid of our Melanin and the pain that we have been through as a People.

I applaud Collin Kaepernick and Jesse Williams, for speaking out. And I cut my eyes to those in our community who belittle them or look over their stance because they may have a little less Melanin than some of us. I have seen questions social media of them being “Black enough”, and I hear a lot of talk about how their stance is only heard because of their “light-skin privilege”.

(No, not everyone is saying this, but I have heard it enough to see that colorism is still a definite issue in our community)…

And yes, maybe they have been allotted some privilege. But, isn’t it a good thing to be using your “privilege” to shed light on the atrocities that are occurring? How bold and how brave is it to stand out and take a stand. This question of whether our people are black enough always baffles my mind because it shows that even Black people don’t know our own history.

This division of color among us needs to end. In the end, we are all one people. In the end, we were all hurt, abused, and brainwashed…a brainwashing that has obviously had a lasting affect. The color of our skin does not take away our roots and our legacy.

For the Love of Melanin goes deeper than our skin color, but down to who we are as a People…From my lighter-skin sister with the green eyes, to my mahogany sister with the coarse hair. God did not intend for us to be put against each other, but we were dropped in a system that skewed our perspective.

It is time to change that.                   Why have we let the brainwashing affect us for so long?

For the Love of Melanin is a salute to all black people and brown people who are marginalized and disenfranchised and abused and neglected.

Who sometimes look down, when they should be holding their heads up…

Who sometimes mumble, for fear of speaking too loud…

Who sometimes hide, for a fear of being seen…

Who sometimes sometimes lose hope

Who are sometimes so consumed that they can’t see the forest for the trees…

I applaud Jesse for his speech at the BET awards and his involvement in activism. It is inspiring to me. I applaud Collin for taking a stand for the injustices that occur on an everyday bases to Black and Brown people of this country. I Applaud All Black people who take a stand for Black issues. I Applaud BlackLivesMatter for standing in solidarity with our Native American brothers and sisters in their fight against the pipeline.


This post is for all Melanin, for the Love of all Melanin.

It is due to our tints of darkness that our lives are considered less than…inferior.

And it is due to our tints of darkness that we will become stronger.


I want to start a new series of posts titled “For the Love of Melanin”. My goal is to get the perspectives and experiences of other people in their journey of life being a person of Melanin.

We all have a story…

And I wish to explore it.


Peace&Blessings from yesterday and beyond.



WedneSpirations #2

“I don’t pay attention to the world ending. It has ended for me many times, and began again in the Morning” ~ Nayyirah Waheed

I have learned that things change.

I have learned that things stay the same.

There are little catastrophes that happen everyday. There are mini-milestones that try to stop your progress…and, ultimately, can, if you allow it. I have found that I am a person who allows every little thing to affect me (sometimes negatively). I am now learning to let those little catastrophes go.

I have learned that people change, and shift like the wind.

I have learned that loyalties shift without notice.

…Let’s face it. People change, and there is nothing that can be done about it. Let go of those who want to go. Or, when your soul tells you it’s time to move on, do so. You’ll be better for it.

I have learned that I may step on a few toes.

I have learned that, although having good intentions, I may offend. I have come to terms with not being perfect. 

I have learned that I may not agree with everyone.

I have learned that people may not agree with me. And that is fine.

I have learned that people may not like me, nor think that I am beautiful, nor smart, nor worth time. And that is fine, too.

Though all of these things will hurt (because I am a human), Every day is a new day.

And all things begin again in the Morning.


A little mid-week pickmeup.

Hope you all enjoy!