I'm a Growing Woman

2026 November PAD Challenge Day 9: Write a help poem. Jesus, Take the Wheel hey Jesus I’m calling on the mainline because life is life-ing again and from my side and rear view I see another storm rising between the middle of the road of my heart again Prince of all Princes, please, send me a sign saying that you’re listening? this time life is full of cold shoulders but I’mma gon’ head, slow down, brake and immediately pull my little pride on over remain parked in hope, humility, and faith surrender to serenity   submit to your will as I call on your grace say an emergency prayer wait for your roadside assistance because I can always rely on you to be there even from a distance when the gears of my cognition and emotions are not clicking but slipping on rainy and sunny days, my performance is sluggish I have more potential than kinetic energy every part of my patience is about to break or shake sending the core of my soul into jeopardy And I feel like the heart of my heart de...

2026 November PAD Challenge Day 7: Write a "True (blank)" poem. True African Black Diamond Call  Africa. She'll  proudly tell you  in Arabic, English, French,  Igbo, Swahili, Yoruba, Zulu and more... From the West to Sahara, to the Congo, from the East to the South, I am the original queen of heart.  My daughter is a one-of-a-kind, round, natural nubian; a flawless carat and royal marquise to the naked eye. A rare princess cut cut  from the radiant oval cushion of my  womb. A pear shape derived from  my deep space of warm,  smooth, rich, everlasting  Mahogany.   💜D'ElegantOne 

2026 November PAD Challenge Day 7: Write a feelings poem. FrFr (for real, for real) I feel like my feelings are  automatically turned off. And I want to turn them back on,  increase the volume loud enough  for you to feel how I feel. Like Rich Homie Quan,  I really want to make you feel  some type of way. I feel like I kind of want to be  the bigger person- not by my size;  no, not today... Truth be told, I feel like how  Kendrick Lamar feel in FEEL. I feel like I don't wanna tap dance  or tip-toe around the truth or give  you too much free-wheel. I feel like the margins of this poem  has more invisible obstructions;  its a true set-up,  blocking me  from how I really feel. I feel like writing  a tell all  to free myself  because  everything I eyewitnessed  around you  would  be a healing to somebody else. I feel like I shouldn't feel too good  about holding my tongue. I feel l...

2026 November PAD Challenge Day 6: Write a power poem. 90 Day Outage For three months, if the world blackout as black as me, and the son and Sun were my only sources of energy, I wouldn’t fear this frail reality. On and off the grid, I’ve never been short of God’s power, Jesus’ will, and the light of the Spirit- all have been certified first aiders and responders; protectors and providers  f or  every  dimmed and lit  time in my life. I would  stand firmer on his words; close my eyes and walk by faith, faithfully. Use my heart and mind as my compass, allow them to direct me through prayer because it never loses its power. I would  stretch  my limbs with joy; float with hope  while   breathing  through my   glow. For a balanced meal, I’d eat Proverbs for breakfast and Psalms for supper. I wouldn’t need a generator because these fresh daily words are brand-name non-perishables with no expiration; and the Trinity never needed backup a...

2026 November PAD Challenge Day 5: Write a tree poem. The Apple Doesn't Fall Too Far From the Tree Since my youth I could sense it As I stemmed  and branched out I could really  smell by the roots the apples of my  family tree  Not all are spoiled Rotten to the core  Poorly fruiting their own fruit  Feeding the souls  of their  seeds  fungus  Implanting poisonous worms  in the core of their brains  Not all can spoil a bunch Some are apple of many eyes True apples for apples  Sweeter than the  brown sugar of a pie They got the sauce Can be the juice  the butter and the jam Can add a little cider depending on how you  try to slice dice or peel  back on the fam Not all are apple turnovers  pretending to be peachy Immature or leachy Good at playing  apples to apples  with their own branch bending and breaking  just to  stumble to crumble  How about this apple? What kind o...

2026 November PAD Challenge Day 4: Write a short poem. long story short all we the people must do to heal  America’s wounds is  tell the truth mirror our  words  with  our actions and love unconditionally  in order  to form a true  perfect union where justice liberty and equality is  really for  all  as America claims it  to be 💜D'ElegantOne