I'm a Growing Woman

My grandmother is officially at rest by her tree (as requested) and peace. Below is my heartfelt tribute to her, as spoken during her memorial service on 10/10. A perfect 10 she was. She was so gorgeous that I didn't want to bury her.💜😟🥺 A Tribute to My Grandmother Thank you for gathering with us to celebrate the life of our beloved, Betty. It is an honor to stand before you as one of her grandchildren. I would like to briefly share with you who my grandmother was from my eyes, what I learned from her and what she expects of her living legacy. My grandmother was a woman that faced many obstacles and challenges during her childhood and adulthood. As I grew older, along her side, I became inspired by the fact that I was learning from and growing up with a woman that was born during the Harlem Renaissance era, grew up during the civil rights movement and voted for her first time during the Obama Election. Because of her, I also began to study the women in our family. I asked many q...

Wednesday's Poetry Prompt: Write a haunted poem. the spooky oookie We can skip the spooky season- there is nothing  happy  or sweet as candy about it. Under a spooks' operation, it's been a spooky year thus far. So spooky, that a costume  can't even  disguise  the ugliest  dark of the darkness  in the darkest times  before  Autumn's time falls back while watching history repeat itself.  Government buildings are  haunted houses with a million  cobwebs of deception in  every nook and cranny. Only the purest souls  withholds God's  light  as it flickers  to flick off the vampires  of greed and wrath. The unpleasant scents of decayed flesh of "liberty and justice for all" swallows the innocence  of tranquilized air in rooms  where ritual circles take place- full of strange, creeps  with vacant souls like Jason,  Freddy Krueger, and Mike Myers. In the highest chambers, lies demonic ...

Wednesday’s Poetry Prompt: Write a purpose poem. The Purpose of a Grandmother The purpose of a grandmother  is to be: A grand mother; the first oldest best friend to her children’s children. A gifter of unconditional love from the beginning of a lifetime until the end. A magician of whimsical adventures and wonders. A first aider in overcoming adversities in life. A classic storyteller, full of hope and wisdom. A historian of tradition and pastimes for a true sense of identity, belonging and connection. A grade A physician that heals the wounds of the soul and the flesh of her flesh. A treasure chest full of pearls of wisdom; a colorless diamond with a golden heart. A gardener of life, forever sowing seeds- nursing her family tree. A chef that can stir joy, fill bellies with soul food and laughter;  a heart of joy; and a face with a smile even when she is  no longer around. 💜D'ElegantOne 

Wednesday’s Poetry Prompt: Write an autumn poem. deciduous lover i feel like stevie wonder- i never dreamed you’d leave this summer . i’d thought you’d be a broadleaf evergreen to the earth of my heart. i’d thought we’d plant, spring love through another season minus an unforeseen change of hearts. i’d thought  we’d naturally shed the old us for something new. now that you’re gone, I fall back & you've fallen off too. prematurely, i’d thought it’d be cold & dry, recognizing your autumn before mine- i'm not even triggered by your condensed light & compressed air ‘cause i’d conserved enough potential energy for me to survive. 💜D'ElegantOne 

Wednesday's Poetry Prompt: Write an out poem. CoMiNg OuT As you proclaim  the identify of who you are I never saw you in a closet You were & will always be  a child of God to me One In need of Love for every rainbow of you Greater from & By Those not so Quick to judge dehumanize & crucify  💜D'ElegantOne 

Wednesday's Poetry Prompt: Write a “(blank) the World” poem. ways of the world if it’s in your heart feel it and then correct me if i’m wrong is it the ways of the world or the ways of humans   imagine 24/7 substantial rotations without a billion souls no rules  against God's  length of greens and widths of blues no laws no wars no sins                no lick backs no petty no shade only the natural of the nature narrating my floral growth because it never attempted to steal my spiritual focus or kidnap me into temptation for the desire of              my flesh my eyes my pride of life not even the time of the day will show deception to me              every hour every minute every second since my DOB was loyal to every breath of me the sun  always kissed me in the right places from the heart of the day the moon  always shared its glow with a dance in th...