Take A Seat

The wind opens and closes the screen door she groans as she turns over to be met with the sun peaking through the window seal one eye still closed and pressed against the pillow where her silk scarf lays as she mumbles in her mind wondering the time she sees him getting dressed beside the bed His midnight eyes watched her as she lay in bed, he found her fumbling with the beginnings of the morning to be cute. They both smile at each other, saying with their silent mouths what doesn't need to be said out loud, "is she a morning person?" he wondered in his mind. He smiles, as he pulls the worn out jeans over his thighs, to hug at his hips. He bends down to kiss her softly on the forehead, knowing that the morning is scared to Mia. As wraps his arms around her body to communicate his longing to stay in the bed with her. Mia has become a safe place to Brown. She was fiercely independent, and quiet. She was an embodiment of peace that felt like a storm.

  What does it mean to be broken? To soak in what went wrong. To live in as state of disbelief? Been crying out for years Mourning over the trauma Crying out for healing And still I am here. Sitting in it. Still having the random bouts of anxiety over it. It seems like some just get whatever they ask for. They go though one. One heartbreak One devastating event And they pray And their life is restored It's almost like a magic trick. Maybe it's a secret I'm too far off to know The one ingredient that I keep missing Oh do I desperately want to know the secret. But it seems like my prayers are falling on deaf ears I'm mad and I'm honest I'm not asking for much I heard the saints say "if He did it for them, He'll do it for you" but it seems like my names been left out of the table maybe God forgot to pick my name from the cup it's written that hope deferred makes the heart sick Irregular beats, and punctured

                                                    And whatever you sow, that you shall reap  Racist America, this is your fault. this is the seeds that you have sown. and we are fed up.  3 months in and the world is on fire. The systematic oppression in this country against my people since we were stolen from our land and forced into labor to build this very nation is now reaping what  the white oppressors have sown. The countless murders of unarmed black Americans has enraged the nation to the point where we have forgotten that there is a pandemic going on. Thousands of people in every state gather to say that #BlackLivesMatter and fighting for justice and the police to be defunded and those who are guilty to be prosecuted. We are numb. We are enraged. We are sad. We are tired. And we are fighting.  When it comes to justice and doing the right thing that is Gods heart. Lord help us all.