The wind passes through me and over me. This is where I find peace. This is where I find solace. Wrapped up in a blanket of God's own creation. The universe becomes an extension of my mind. My heart is open to all the possibilities. There's nothing that stands between me and my future except myself. I Am a wonder of creation. I Am able to be all that I need to be. I Am that which God has wonderfully, fearfully, and beautifully made. I am a black woman.
Tuesday, July 3, 2018
Sunday, July 1, 2018
Saturday, June 16, 2018
In my space alone I speak the words of power hoping that they find purchase. If no one is there to hear me speak, did my voice really make a sound. In my space alone I speak the words of power...the power to go...the power to stay. In my spacke alone I speak the words of power and the shackles fall...in my space alone I speak the words of power and I am free.
I love you 💞
Thursday, June 7, 2018
Sunday, November 26, 2017
standing on an auction block naked, alone.
Waiting for the highest bidder.
I have forgotten what it means to be Queen.
I have forgotten what it means to Behold The Glory of the Son.
I have forgotten that I was born of Mother Earth and Father Time.
I have forgotten power that I hold in the palm of my hand.
Broken...I concede... waiting.
Waiting for the one who will pay the price.
Monday, July 10, 2017
When I close my eyes I can feel you....
I can taste the sweetness of your lips and tongue
Your warm breath envelopes me flowing into me and gives me life
"....and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living being."
I want it almost more than life itself
But it's so far away
I don't want to let go of the memory
But time and space are destroyers.
Wreaking havoc on everything they touch.
I will hold on as long as I can....
Don't let me go...don't let me go.
- Pandora Esperanza
Sunday, February 28, 2016
struggling to escape. Across my hopes, dreams and love of you.
Scattering across the landscape of my mind like dandelion fluff. Looking for purchase in a soul, your soul, that has been tilled by callous indifference. I gifted myself, my pearls, to you. You cast them down into the dirt to be trampled upon before the swine....but no more. After what seems to be a millennia, He finds me, a response to the cry of my pain, bearing me up. Wings spread wide expanse never ending. Skin the color of dark chocolate, eyes that peer into WHAT is left of my soul. He is mine, my Blaque Nephilim. He carries me to the heavens. He makes me whole. Gently making love to my broken pieces, he mends them with his touch. breathing life back into what I though was lost. Making me whole from within. My body reflecting his love from every part of my being. He is mine, my Blaque Nephilim.....I Am Home.