The colour of my skin 

The colour of my skin isn’t black

And yet the the title given to my race is “Black”

Therefore whatever negativity that the colour black representsis automatically what I am

I am evil

I am darkness 

I am death
I didn’t choose to be called black

But I have to wear that title like a crown and be proud of it because 

I am bold

I am strong 

I am powerful 
The colour of my skin isn’t black 

But I was called black so I could be put in chains

I created wealth for others before I knew I how to create wealth for myself 

I was taught to call myself ugly before I knew what ugly ment

I was told to be ashamed of being black…
But I didn’t choose to be called black 

I was given this title 

I took the title black  and made it a movement 

I took the title black and made it who I am 

I took the title black and made it the greatest title ever to be received by humankind 
The colour of my skin is brown 

I am different shades of brown 

The same brown as the earth

I am the most precious product of the earth

In this brown skin you find precious stones that represent my strength 

In this brown skinned body rivers flow to the rhythm of my hips

In this brown skinned being wealth is created
The colour of my skin is brown 

And yet the title given to my race is “Black” 

Black is beautiful 

Black is authoritative 

Black is sophisticated 

They thought by calling black would break me but they have made me more powerful than ever

The colour of my skin is brown and I am proud to be called black

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Dear…

Dear Child of God
You have put yourself through so much. 

Allowing a  mere taste of the world to draw you away from you Father.

Thinking that the world is all you need

How you assume that if you find peace in the world then  all will fall into place.

You run around clueless of who you are,

The authority you carry, you have forgotten that you have been given dominion over this world…

Child of God you are not ment to struggle with anything that is in the world.

You have been made in the image and likeness of your almighty Father.

You are fearfully and a wonderfully made in the eyes of God Himself.

He knew you before He created you in your mother’s womb.

Child of God no where in God’s plans did He say you shall  suffer but instead  you shall  have hope and prosper in the future.

The world and it’s empty promises don’t come close to what God has promised you.

Trust in God’s plan for you and acknowledge Him in all you do He will direct your paths.

Moghel you are more than just breasts and ass 

When God made you,

He took His time…

He let man fall asleep 

Took a bone that protected man’s life 

And moulded you into a perfect master piece with it.
Beyps you are not piece of item that has to be shown off by someone who doesn’t know your real worth…

You are beyond precious 

Not even the wealth of the entire world comes close to your how much you are worth…

Woman you were created by the creator Himself to carry and give birth to every single creation He thought of.
Sweetheart you are so much stronger than you think you are.

You have been beaten, raped and labelled  horrible names and yet you rise up even stronger than ever

You wear your scars as if they were them most precious stones on earth.

You bear it all so they don’t have to

No matter how painful or bad things are you still carry yourself so elegantly like you’ve got the world’s riches in your hands
Baby girl you don’t need to be part of the crowd to be seen 

You are more than the latest fashion and trends

Your so called squad doesn’t define who you are

How you can get a man to buy you doesn’t make you beautiful 

That hair and make up  doesn’t cover up what’s pretty or ugly inside

You are stronger and content when you know who you are and have accepted your flaws and are willing to change only for you.

 

You are a woman 

A masterpiece created by the Creator Himself 

Unapologetic for who she is and why she’s here

Unashamed to bare it all for everyone to see 

Loyal to the royal within

A queen in her own right.

A request from me made by me.

I’m sick of it! I’m tired of your constant crying. You’ve become so unbearable. It’s like I don’t know you anymore. Sad part is I can’t get away from you and find someone better because I’m stuck with you till death do us part….

You know I’ve known all your life, I raised and moulded you to be the person you are today and don’t get the appreciation I deserve. I was there on first break up, matter of fact I was the one who told he’s not the right one but hey what did I know I was just stuck inside you to know what’s best for you. Let me not even go to that story with the “best friend” who had your back because I told you there was something shady about that girl yet you still didn’t listen. I’ve basically been the voice of wisdom that you clearly ignore, I told the truth even when you refuse to hear it.
Ok maybe there were times you listened and I was wrong. I did say never give up on love and you’ve had your heart broken multiple times, but hey it made you stronger and a tad bit crazy. And there was that time I said you need take a leap of faith… yea you leaped and landed on your face, that made you stronger too and a little off balance…. But hey I can admit to the  couple of times I was wrong so shoot me for not being human but being part of one which means I’m incline to make mistakes which technically means it still isn’t my fault.

But that’s not the point…. The point I’m making here is to tell you to LOVE ME… And you must wondering who me is… I’m your voice of reason, your internal punching bag, the one person who’s loved you throughout all your weird and wonderful stages if life, I am your legit day 1, your ride or die.
I am you. And I just wanted to make a request to you: 

Love yourself first, don’t be so hard on yourself you’ve accomplished way more than you think. Remember days aren’t the same so allow yourself to go through the emotions. Don’t shy away from love even when it hurts because it brings you a step closer to the on made for you. Forgive everyone that hurt you in any way but also ask for forgiveness from those you hurt. Laugh as much as you can, find joy in all things you do and keep smiling. Remember you are a masterpiece that’s perfectly imperfect 
Love you always and for ever You.

Woman 

Woman.

You are a masterpiece.

Perfectly imperfect,

Unapologetic for who she is and what she’s been through.

You wear your scars like precious jewels.

Woman.

You are highly favoured.

An unstoppable force 

Blessed in abundance 

You give birth to nations.

Woman.

How beautiful you are.

Your laugh is a sweet melody.

Your eyes light up the darkest night.

Your smile puts the sun to shame.

Woman.

You are amazing

You give some much of yourself away without asking for anything in return.

You take the knife by the blade.

You carry the nation’s burdens on your shoulders and still walk with grace and elegance.

Woman!

You are life.

You are love.

You are courageous.

There is none like you.