Poetry – Life Lessons

I am Black History

I am a poet like Maya,

The Truth like Sojourner,

Outspoken like Malcom,

And a pretty faster learner.

Courageous like Harriet,

Powerful like MLK,

I’m spiritual like him too,

Behind my God, I don’t play.

I read because they told me I couldn’t.

I write because they told me I wouldn’t.

I grind because nothing is given.

I do what people say that I shouldn’t.

I don’t copy, I create.

I don’t conform, I debate.

I learn from my mistakes because ignorance doesn’t make you great.

I’m a builder, a believer, an overachiever, a successful Black woman, my own cheerleader.

I’m bold, I’m brave, I’m humble, I’m saved.

I chase purpose and dreams because I’m already paid.

I’m my own brand. I’ve got my own man. When I’m not having fun, I’m executing my master plan.

I’m not Black by choice,

But I’m proud on purpose.

My ancestors paved the way,

And Imma show ‘em it was worth it.

What Makes You Unique? (In Southern Vernacular)

What makes you unique?

Cuz yo eyebrows on fleek?

Yo face is always beat?

Yo press can stand the heat?

What makes you unique?

I’m eager to know.

Is it the way yo skin glow?

Is it how yo hair grow?

Is it yo gorgeous afro?

That don’t lose shape when the wind blow?

What makes you unique?

Might I ask you again?

I’m trying to get answers.

Not beauty tips, my friend.

Could your walk be so superior?

It intimidates your peers?

Could your talent be so rare?

Some friends won’t even cheer?

Could your hustle be so genius?

It’s hard to replicate?

Could your marriage be so perfect?

People start to hate?

What about your attitude, poise, and individuality?

Your purpose, your position, and your personality?

How you alienate yourself,

But stay in touch with reality.

How you nurture your spirit,

And face every casualty.

So if you haven’t yet discovered,

What makes you unique,

Pull back your cosmetic cover,

And then you will see.

Queen Status

As I adjust my crown and look around,

I see things that used to get me down.

It took me some time getting here,

But the peace I’ve gained is ever so clear.

I’ve done some things I’m not proud of.

I’ve said things I can’t take back.

And though I’ve sincerely apologized,

People still cut me no slack.

But everything happens for a reason.

Every friendship has its season.

Life ain’t about what people think of you.

It’s about what you believe in.

So carry on with your life,

And gently leave your mark.

Submit to a higher power,

And silence your bark.

Humble people are not heard,

Yet the first to be noticed.

Your walk will shame the

loudest, baddest, and the boldest.

If you really are a queen,

Stop entertaining everything.

Pick up your crown,

And go find your king.