Day Fifteen Challenge... the Fist of Prejudice

i still remember what you said to me,

"my house is better than a house with two Lesbians".

i still remember my stomach threatening to empty itself into my mouth and the smell of hate begging me to give in.

"But Mama.... Why"? 

"are you saying that a house with one lesbian is not good enough? are you saying that the lesbian child you raised isn't equipped for parenting"?

then i remembered to breathe forgiveness, i remembered to find the meanings scrambled behind your emotion, and there i discovered what you really wanted to tell me...

i broke your heart.

shattered the dream for your daughter to wed a man,

build a happily ever after, just to say that fairy-tales are real,

prove that little blacks girls can marry lawyers and doctors,

be whatever their imaginations conjure up,

because opportunities are laying about for the taking,

waiting for eager hands to take hold and run off into distant realities made realistic,

fashion homes and lives that grow proud and capable little black children.

but i broke you,

chose to be what i am,

chose to take the sentencing garnered by the three strikes of being

a woman, black, and gay.

i know you didn't want my life to be hard, what life isn't? and who's the judge and jury that determines what "hard" is? i know being a single black mother isn't easy, but being something you aren't is deadly.

the little black child you raise is a lesbian Mom,

a strong woman who chose the consequences of being Free...

Day Thirteen Challenge of the Guilty Chromosome...

as a young parent I don’t always know what to do,

I’m not always sure of the punishments to furnish 

the teachings of life long lessons,

I’m not always ready to deal

with the issues that surround a child’s existence,

I’m not always up to the challenge,

but sacrifice is love and pain is the fact the they don’t care

or understand that the sacrifices of love mean,

dreams are deferred, sleepless nights 

passions turned down, needs unclaimed 

life altered,

so they can exist in peace,

they don’t understand that parents can be hurt

tired

Empty...

Day Twelve... Challenge of the Worship

i wanted to be worshipped.
worshipped like,
ten thousand and one bodies
meshed together chanting my name,
10,001 tongues licking every single syllable,
with 20,002 hands held high and,
10,001 heads bowed
whispering prayers...

but chance gave me Her

a woman...
with daring eyes, and
reaching hands,

calling me to disrobe,
piece by piece,
worshipping me behind closed doors on open hinges...

with my name dripping from her lips,
i hear the 3 thousand and 7 beats of her heart,
summoning me to come closer,
guiding me with hungry fingers to wade in
the ocean of her soul and swim her destiny...

chance gave me,
a woman...
with daring eyes, and
reaching hands,
to baptize me in a redemption that doesn't know love,
a redemption full of worship that breathes eternity and hears hope...

chance gave me, a woman
two eyes for watching,
two ears for listening,
one tongue for tasting,
one heart to match mine,

but...
  she
     is
         the
              worship
                           I
                              fell
                                    into.

Day Eleven Challenge... truth you don't want

“Dear God, make me into a bird so I can fly far, far, far away from here..”

I must’ve have prayed Jenny's prayer a thousand times.. prayed it on bended knee with disappointed  shoulders, and hunched spirits. Prayed that the water of my tears would swallow my fears and erase the doubt for the hopeful. Prayed that the journey not be in vain because the reward would overflow and wash me in a weeping worship.

But you asked me to trust you…

And I trust you but it’s me that I don’t trust,

It’s me that isn’t sure about the process,

It’s me that doesn’t see the footprints marking the road ahead…

It’s me that won’t willingly close my eyes long enough to heed to the direction of your voice….

And because it's me,

I’m asking for grace Lord, asking that you bind my will, close my thought, open my mouth in praise and order my steps…

So,

Dear God make me a bird so I can fly

far…..

Day Ten Challenge... Trail Mix

slowly

i’m learning how to

unravel the you in me.

slowly

i’m understanding the mathematical rhythm

that calculates the spaces between your lips and my heart.

if i didin’t know any better i’d swear

we share the same bloodline

each molecule linked perfectly to the next.

yet slowly,

i’m learning to yield to the need to pacify

the memories that count each and every

second you’re away.

slowly,

i’m leaning to understand

that

distance measures healing…

Day Nine ... Challenge of the Bewildered

                             ~For Lilly~

HE" is the first thought of my morning,

and the last thought before i drift into a sleeping sweetness…

i could lie and say i wonder if i am his first and last thought but i know am.

i could lie and say that we’ll make it,

i could lie and say that i’m not afraid of forever,

i could lie and say that we have confidence in love

but… i know that we are mixed up in, the in between thoughts of each other’s minds…

and as days are carried forward, i think of him to feel him near,

and wait to for time to grant the moment:

where eyes can be laid upon flesh,

where whispers can take full advantage of tickling ears,

while fingers lock into themselves in an infinite embrace.

but because i am faithful to the possibility of heartbreak,

we do this slowly,

purposely creating a foundation where dreams and memories can build themselves,

we do it slowly,

carefully caressing the situation surrounded by circumstance.

i move slowly,

Intentionally…

because i know what i want, and understand that it must be given to me freely…

i know it requires patience, and growth for him to believe, to know, to understand that

from him,

i want the parts of his soul he’s never given,

the pieces of his heart he keeps for himself,

and..

when the in time is right, i will be what he always dreamed of,

hidden in a love he never knew Existed…