I’d gotten so used to being silenced, that I sometimes silence myself. I’d gotten so used to silencing myself, that sometimes I forget to speak up when I’m violated.
“What will they think of me?”
“How will they receive this?”
“Will I be seen as the difficult, angry black woman AGAIN?”
Conditioned thoughts I have to mute so that I can build up enough courage to say “I’M NOT OKAY WITH THIS.”
Sometimes I forget the sound of my own voice. Some words have to be sucked through my teeth. Sometimes I forget how powerful my words can be...
I’ve gotten so used to blocking myself, that sometimes I allow others to block me. Someone once told me “If you speak, they will listen.” They will listen...THEY WILL LISTEN...SPEAK.
Don’t let them silence you. Don’t let you silence yourself.
Photography by Scott Simon of iHeartNOLA.com
I am divine…
Even when I can’t seem to smile or face myself in the mirror,
Even when I can’t stop my tears from flowing,
Even when my nerves shake me crazy
I am divine…
See, my divinity is a reflection of my highest self.
The glow from within seeps out through my sores.
I am divine because I know that I am…
Even when I don’t see myself, I know that I am SEEN
Even when the pressure is weighing me down, I know that I am lifted.
Even when I cant seem to steady my breaths, I know that I am breathing…
When I see myself, I see my divinity.
I find strength in my sensitivity
and exude my femininity
with a natural affinity.
Standing tall in my presence,
You can feel my essence.
My energy is effervescent.
My glow is iridescent.
My truth is my freedom.
This body is my kingdom.
My heart is like gold.
I am a beauty to behold.
When I see myself, I see my divinity…
And I wonder if this world is ready for me…