Not matching these days
Please find the space
Where love is made to order
So we don’t have to
Put out fires that
Wonder why so angry
Black women yelling
Yelling through clinched teeth
‘Cause it don’t make
Sense, it never does
Never was space requested
It’s created all on its own
In fact, fill it
Fill it up
Fill up the space with your presence
This can’t continue on
Trapped, caught up in this
Space, man-made space
Keep the cycle going
Oppressed by the Oppressed
He says I’m like ice cream
And I won’t disagree
Cause don’t the saying go
Something like, “you are, what you eat”
So maybe I am
So consistent, so sweet
A classic addition that makes everyday a treat
There to comfort, to be consumed
It starts off hard, maybe even frozen
But damn, when it melts
It’s so soft and so smooth…that ain’t no easy feat
So, yes, I am like ice cream
I’m glad you’ve finally seen
The mix of many flavors from my head to my feet
You can pair it with a slice of sweet potato pie
And you’ve got the ultimate ending
You can place it beside warm apple crisp
And you’ve got a midnight conceit
You can have it in the Summer sitting on the stoop
And on cold Winter nights with the kinetic theory of heat
So go ahead and nosh until your heart is complete
‘Cause I’m the homemade kind, all natural
Shake it up, no pairings needed for me to beam
I am consistent
I am classic
I am sweet
So you are right it seems
I am like ice cream
by Demetria R. Giles
This is a story of
Making love and giving love
Making life and giving life
Making the present, making the future
And giving it…
All at the same time
But no tears mama, no tears
No time for crying now
Only making and giving
Making and giving
Push beyond the pain
Sit back, watch and get real
‘Cause sometimes it is in vain,
As your love is given, given, given
Never to return the same
Hold all lessons on taking risks
This is done-on-the-daily
With every smile given
And every hug wrapped
With every letter written
And every box packed
With every claim defended
And every truth told.
Can a cycle only have two parts?
Making and giving.
-by Demetria Giles
It is the eve of Mother’s Day 2014. And as nightfall approaches, I am overwhelmed with countless thoughts of gratitude. But above all things, I am grateful to be your mother. Your mere 2 years and 8 months of existence has already transformed my life. I should have known when I became short of breath during your arrival that the master plan was for you to continuously knock me off of my feet.
Everyday, you push me—NO, force me—to become a better mother, daughter, teacher and friend. Because of you, I live better. I laugh more. I love deeply. So, I wanted to take the time while I am blessed and able to tell you why I love you so.
Justice, you are a Risk-taker.
- You show no fear. From waving to complete strangers to climbing the tallest playground fixture to running out of stores and into traffic. Your “Heremakhet” is already proving to be more developed than my own. Do not lose that along the way. Take risks in life and in love. It will make you wise and empathetic. Refuse to let fear dominate your life. Be bold.
Justice, you are Curious.
- My goodness. Where do I even begin? You have a wicked ability to observe. You take notice of everything. From the number of flowers out front to every crack in the sidewalk. Sometimes it takes 30 minutes to walk 3 blocks because you have the urge to stop and stare at everything. These days it is not uncommon to hear you say, ”What’s this?” New sounds, new sights and new sayings fascinate you. There is so much for you to learn. I promise to always answer, lead you to the answer or motivate you to find the answer to all of your amazing questions yet to come.
Justice, you are Loving.
- You are capable of giving and receiving love. Often times, it’s a hug from your friend Ca’Ryn or a kiss from me to you. You even give your grandparents fist bumps and high-fives. I want you to know that your early years were surrounded with affection. I did not shy away from demonstrating how to start and end each day with showing love to the people you love the most. Remember, it’s not a girl versus boy thing. Do not fall into that trap. Love is a human thing.
I’ve only chosen to highlight a few things I love about you in this letter today. But it is definitely worth mentioning that you are also: tenacious, joyful, imaginative, confident and energetic. And I look forward to seeing you become: independent, trustworthy, thoughtful, disciplined and altruistic. This is a narrative I have constructed for you. As you get older, you will begin to construct then deconstruct and reconstruct your own narrative. I hope that as your story unfolds, one day you will have the opportunity to experience the same love and gratitude I have at this very moment.
Forever your mommy,
P.S.—Peace, patience and progress.
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