I'm a Growing Woman

2026 November PAD Challenge Day 13: Write a luck poem. Lucky You, Blessed Me Woman to woman, it hurts to hear another woman say, “Lucky you got this job! No, there is no lucky me, it’s lucky you! I’m too blessed and highly favored to not be a DEI hire. Can I say I dodged a bullet? And you’re not too down on your luck, are you? Because only God hit the jackpot when he blessed me with talent to sing young, gifted and black out loud. Blessed enough to really microscope you like I microscope microorganisms. Even more blessed that I can test and analyze chemical reactions like your inhumane actions. From start-up to execution, it’s absolutely a blessing to monitor clinical trials like how I can monitor your monitoring spirits day by day. Lucky you, you don’t have to rely on the ratifications of the Civil Rights Act of 1964, and the restoration of the Protect Black Women and Girls Act to be recognized as human, included and treated and paid equally, not isolated and ignored, because hyper-v...

2026 November PAD Challenge Day 12: Write a strange poem. the odds about love it is not born a shape or in living colors but requires human hearts to be assembled and sculptured it  gives as a whole until one offers improper fractions it can be painted hand frees it can mother butterflies  that lovers can’t see we can make it dance we can make it sing after a nightmare,  we can rock the wickedest pain  into the sweetest heart of a dream it can be a cataclysmic loss or a beautiful gain it can be a hurricane or a rainbow after misty rain it can be white noise to lovers it can be a hit record to crowds it can be captivated in the prelude  possibly survive an intermission or turn tight-lipped without an encore it can be an objective... a mission... an adjective a verb... a value...and a vow  to a noun until there is no one to make it even out loud 💜 D'ElegantOne 

2026 November PAD Challenge Day 11: Write a portrait poem. Red Tails (Tuskegee Airmen) In full color, six of the first African American military aviators, famed earnest heroes of glory and black pride, veterans of the United States Armed Forces are standing in a slight arch with honor and valor in front of a silver North American P-51 Mustang. The cock pit is vacant. The nose of the plane is as bright as Rudolph’s nose. Between the nose and the silver body of the plane is one layer of golden yellow and red horizontal stripes. The front right side of the plane reads  TUSKEGEE, written boldly in all caps in Aptos font; below, from the letter K to the last E of  TUSKEGEE , in an upright slope, is the word Airmen in bold, red Harlow Solid Italic font. The number 2, letter A and right side of the wing are all in partial view. The men of honor, not of disgrace are wearing black pants with classic white full collar shirts tucked in, accompanying a standard  black tie in a Wind...

2026 November PAD Challenge Day 10: Write a poetic form and/or anti-form poem. Lumiere Like the sun, singular, impregnated with immeasurable rays of dazzling light. And so am I. Like the moon, a gentle rock of ages with gleaming phases of distinctive light. And so am I. Like a star, dancing impeccable joy through the darkest fissures of an aching life. And so, does I. Like a firefly, born free, flying with a divine spark in an unapologetically black life. And so, does I. Like auroras, reaching beyond the limits of a psychedelic sky. And so, can I. Like lightning, powerfully striking through hostile storms until I see a clear blue sky. And so, can I. Opposing Versatility What         kind of poet         would I be to be         against any form of            poetry? 💜D'ElegantOne 

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