Ebony Queen

EBONY
Ebony Queen;
Her Beauty sweet like a summer's eve
Her skin glistens like a starry night
Her soul burns with a passion deep

She stands alone, her back to the world
A taste of wisdom with each word she speaks
Natural power inscribed in her spirit
O how black and beautiful is she

Ebony Queen;
In her eyes you can see a dream
Her motivation, strong and unwavering
The love in her heart sings like a melody

Her head looks toward the sky,
depending on God to guide her way
Solid and confident, she walks with grace
Leaving a path of hope and faith

Ebony Queen;
She carries on her grandmother's honor
Her mother's virtue and sparkling pride
Her ancestor's blood runs through her veins
The whispering voices of the wise

Ebony Queen;
A stature of elegance in God's own image
A momentous portrait of prayer and peace
Ebony, Ebony, beautiful Ebony
The Voice of Victory

-Kayla Skipper





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Guest Poet: Frantzline Tingue

In honor of Diamonds and Dreams Poetry Month, check out this amazing poet Frantzline Tingue sharing her poem, I’m Worthy.

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I’m Worthy

By: Frantzline Tingue

You’re nothing. You’re nobody. You are worthless. The words buzz at my ears and ache at my head. I remember them. They’re sharp and painful. I’m nothing. I’m nobody. I’m worthless. Nothing matters anymore. All I am and all I was is now gone. I sit at the end of the highway bridge. The cars zoom past behind me. Some cars beep. Do they see me? Do they wonder why I’m there? Why is she hanging out on the highway? Will she jump or is she just sitting there? Nah. Nevermind. They’re just there. They just are. And at the same time, they’re not. Just like I am to them. I stand up. I’m nothing. They’re nothing. We have our own lives. We just happen to live in the same world. But it doesn’t matter. 

But wait. If they’re nothing and I’m nothing and life goes on, why am I here? Why am I doing this? I think back. I remember the words again. Yeah. That’s right. I remember. How can I forget? We might all be nothing in the same world but I’m beneath them. So far from nothing. They drive their cars and live their life but I’m just here- sitting at the end of the highway bridge. They don’t beep at me. I have to remember the words. I have to remember who I am. I’m nothing. I’m nobody. I’m worthless.

I take a step and look down. There’s water and large rocks. I take a breath. A deep breath. I can do this. I’m not a wimp. I’m not a punk. I can do this. I take another deep breath. I can hear them laughing. They’ll see. They’ll all see. They’ll regret their words. They’ll hurt so much that they’ll all do the same. I hope they will. I hope they can’t stand themselves. I hope they grab a gun and pull the trigger. Take a knife and jab it in. Take those pills and choke on them. Walk to a bridge and fall. Anyway. Anyhow. I just hope it’s done. I jump.

I’m falling. The wind is blowing in my ears. My hair flying all over the place. My eyes are wide. My face flabbing. My arms whalling. I can’t relax. What have I done? I’m falling. I’m falling to my death. It’s gonna hurt. There will be pain. My heart aches. I let out a scream. I’m screaming. I’m falling.

OH GOD HELP ME! TAKE ME! I DIDN’T THINK THIS THROUGH!
I’M NOT NOTHING! I’M SOMETHING! I’M SOMEBODY! I’M WORTHY! I MATTER! GOD! CAN YOU HEAR ME? SAVE ME!

I shake awake. I’m in my bed. I’m alive. I’m not falling. I’m not hurting. They are tears in my eyes. I remember my words. I’m something. I’m somebody. I’m worthy. I matter. I won’t ever think less or let someone else force me to believe that I’m worthless.

When We Were Children

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When we were children, we were told that success was in finding happiness.

Success was fulfilling our desires, regardless of what they were.

We were told that success was achieving our goals.

When we were children.

Stop telling us that  a 5/6 figure piece of paper is the only way.

Stop telling us that working hard means working like a dog for 40 hours a week.

Stop telling us we’re too “fresh out of college”, even though we’re qualified.

Stop telling us stereotypes never play a part.

When we were children, we were told that we could do anything

We were told to be brave and try even if we were afraid.

We were told that we had the strength, the drive, the power.

When we were children.

Stop telling us what you think our worth should be.

Stop telling us what you think we’re capable of.

Stop telling us there’s a cap on our  potential.

Stop telling us there’s a limit.

When we were children, we were told to love ourselves

Regardless of what the world says.

We were told to be “true to you”.

When we were children.

Stop telling us to stay in society’s box.

Stop telling us to stick to the status quo.

Stop telling us to play it safe.

Stop telling us to conform.

When we were, children we were told to have a dream.

Told to touch the sky and be starry eyed.

We were told to soar high and go far.

When we were children.

Stop telling us it’s risky.

Stop telling us it’s unrealistic.

Stop telling us the odds are against us.

Stop telling us what the statistics say.

Stop telling us it’s not possible.

Stop telling us it’s unlikely.

Stop telling us we’re wasting my time.

Stop telling us it’s too late.

Tell us that we can defy the odds.

Tell us we can step out of the box.

Tell us that it’s possible.

Tell us we can succeed.

Tell us that we are powerful.

Tell us to follow our desires.

To embrace the dreams we have.

Tell us we don’t have to let go.

Tell us we can look back.

To when we were children with starry eyes.

To when it was okay to truly believe.

In endless possibilities.

In fairy tale endings.

In the gift of having a dream.