Concentrate on

Concentrate on

Imagine all that understanding of your self was more important than gossip and what’s on the tv. More important than just putting anything into it like a garbage bin. Imagine that you cared for your body and protected it like a religious person protects their beliefs. Imagine how you could actively protect your own belongings and that’s you. We protect babies and not ourselves like we just give up. I get myself In trouble for protecting myself. Even the information and people’s presence can get in. Our bodies are the only ones we have. It’s so easy to project care onto objects and things that can occupy the space in our minds. With things that don’t really matter. Sometimes I get curious why putting on my makeup wrongly does not get to me at all. I just rub it off and reapply. I am a mother who doesn’t have the time to glam up. Working on it but it’s not too important. This could get me angry and upset when it’s just an eye brow. My time is best spent focusing on something I kno needs my time. We need to kno what our time is spent on whether it’s wasted time or productive time. I waste time on social media that is only if I am not doing anything productive. That is my guilty pleasure I guess. Depends how you define that.

(will be writing more)

 

Ahhh ooo eeeeee

Ahhhhhhh Awwww beautiful you are

They call this one a bundle of joy

A

Miracle

A

Diamond

A

Ohhhh Ahhhhhhh wooopp haaaa

Cu cu cu googooo gagga

All engaged all eyes on the baby

Until it starts getting out of control.

Then we complain and panic

Get anxious annoyed.

My baba still ooohhh Awwww cutte

Why the heck we trying to control every single aspect of life. Um wanting to just enjoy a peice of the pie. We sooo controlled work takes over everything like money is a personified being.

Rant over

How do you grieve 

How do you grieve 

I asked how do you do this 

To the space of silence 

Waiting for the one woman who could 

Answer this question 

But no answer received as she lay 

Down eyes closed lifeless 

Empty bodied nothing but the image 

Of the lively person Was all I knew. 

How do I live with out you. 

How 

Because all my life I was always around you. 

You were my nana and it’s taken me ages to place you in passed tense, because saying was felt like I was disrespecting you, I mean you are a ‘you are’. 

In reality you are a was and I can’t get my head around this. I can imagine the things that you say and do. And you aren’t doing them now. 

What kind of reality are we living in. You are really not here. Some try to say that you are looking down on us that you are close by. 

I have you in my heart just didn’t prepare myself for not being able to see you again. 
I love you nana x 

They question feminity

They question feminity

I keep seeing articles

and you tubes about

how black women are not feminine

how we need to settle down get married

be someone’s wife

yes I said we

because I am a black woman too.

I question femininity because

I don’t know what that looks like

not dissing my community but the whole

society as a whole.

I cannot be a damsel in distress

if the only time I feel feminine or deemed

feminine is when a male can see or feel

in-between my thighs

like sex is just a daydream

treat the woman good

its not being treated good

its being used

and treat

her like a dirty piece of wasteland

once the deed is done.

parents need to fix up

we got a whole mix up in here

young girls seeing mom and dad

at war fighting throwing punches

girls at school as young as 4 having themselves

being touched in the wrong places

but society didn’t teach her yet

how wrong this is.

You see when a young girl sees and feels all of

these things why should she grow

up accepting things

that made her uncomfortable.

Then you see all these Articles on how Femininity

is Killing the black Families

well it starts from home

if you cannot protect

to teach your child

then whats wrong in Society are

the adults.

 

 

By Raisa Mcclarey Francis