PAD Challenge Day 27: Write an an anapodoton poem. Cake and Eat It Too Life is not always berry sweet full of confetti, rainbows and butteflies in our circle of life. It can sprinkle unfortunate surprises. We can receive lemons after lemons in a dark black forest of medley roses, even when our hearts are red velvet. Anywhere there's an Angel, a Devil will try to cake up; Get rich off your Godly confections. Kind of ice cold to say, Vanilla and Chocolate will never always have a fair share of what rises and pans out. The entanglement of the swirl is just as incompatible and conflicting. No matter the number of layers, some will be handed corners, others more centers of it all. No matter how small, medium or large; Short or tall; Buttercream is not always creme de la creme to us all. But we must keep a glaze on God's miracle whips. Keep whisking the ingredients of prayer and supplication to bake our special purposes on Earth. D'ElegantOne
Welcome Readers, It is not an easy transition into a grown woman from a girl. But I manage. I’m succeeding my womanhood, individuality, and essence to make the best of what I call “my life”. Everything is everything. I am everything but a lot of things are not me. No, I am not the most perfect person in the world but I know who is: God. Sometimes I seem to think that I am too much of a woman. Why? Because I bare and yield all good fruit that humanity should feed from, but not all human beings aim for the fresh, sweet fruit. I have yet to find the match to my peach. I can live without the superficial, and only require what’s deeply real I’m no short talker, but more of a big dreamer. I mean what I say and I say what I mean. I live by it; my words are heavily bonded to my heart….. I’m much of a lover with a substantial heart--- a heart that is teaching me to be kind, patient, and loving all over again----every day. At times, I think I need a new one, because I love so deep.
PAD Challenge Day 17: Take the phrase "Not (blank)," replace the blank with a new word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Not All Heroes Wear Capes The world may recognize and advertise one Wonder Woman. But I know several Wonder Women. Wonderful, wondrous women naturally suited in black. Far from steel more like black steel magnolias. Full of poise, grace, and dignity. Unashamed of their blackness and femininity. Known for sprinkling and passing down black girl magic for me to sparkle. Superpowers unmatched. Known for genius intellect, inspiration and uncommon favor Ladies of fortitude Knowledge of occult Pioneers of generational healings Unconditional love The strongest black panthers on earth Warriors of faith The only Queens of Pentacles that knew how to free us Lead us through nonviolent resistance in the civil rights movement. Taught us true resilience. Day and night, fought Jim Crow Countless
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