POEMS
A letter to Love Yourself
Love yourself!
Do not believe society’s standard of beauty
truly,
You are a Masterpiece.
Created by the Master, God,
you are beautiful.
You're skin and bones,
human, you are not made of metaphors.
Your strength is fire. You are not a mistake, never relinquish your superpowers.
You're the Queen, King, of your tower.
Breathe.
You've found the strength to keep going, hold on just a little longer what doesn't kill you makes you a conqueror.
You've got to be brave,
David, conquer your Goliath and slay!
Just, love yourself.
I'm not talkin’ about getting a new pair of shoes with your fresh taper cut or your brows on fleek, edges sleeked, so you shared a tweet and now you're feeling yourself. I’m talkin’ about
Heal yourself.
From the root of your core. Because if you won't acknowledge who you truly are, then, what is your purpose for? So, this to society’ that made you feel like your Black is not a boastful believer,
And this is to society’ that made you feel unsatisfied with the skin you’re in. Fall in love with your imperfections: skin, smile, face, bones because you are a blessing, don’t second guess this.
I absolutely,
Indefinitely,
Wholeheartedly,
Love me, unconditionally.
Do not believe in society's concept of beauty
cause truly, you are a Masterpiece.
How to Wash Away Trauma
1. Begin by turning on the faucet of gratitude for making it this far—for being alive.
2. Wet your hands with humility. Splash it across your face like holy water.
3. Look into the mirror, affirm: You Are Not Alone.
4. Apply some compassion balm—thick enough to cover all your scars and worries.
5. Clean the corners of your mind with a fresh perspective.
6. Lather your body with love. You are valuable.
7. Gently scrub away toxic beliefs about yourself from your skin.
8. Do not soak in shame for the choices you’ve made. The harm done to you was never your fault.
9. Wash off the dust of their mistreatment. Watch it drain with an unclosed fist.
10. Wipe the wear and pull from your body.
11. Cry in the shower for as long as you need.
12. Exhale.
13. Rinse your wounds with your tears for at least thirty seconds. Pat them dry with forgiveness.
14. Turn off the memories.
15. Squeeze the ache from your towel. Then, squeeze the pain of your past. Hang it to dry.
16. Breathe. You are now safe.
Black, Bold, Brilliant BLACK HISTORY MONTH Guess WhO POEM?
Black, Bold, Brilliant BLACK HISTORY MONTH Guess WhO POEM?
December 23, 1867
Born Black, bold, and brilliant.
In the face of Jim Crow racism, I remained resilient. I was born free!
A violet wildflower that rose out of Louisiana's poverty.
1906, I received God's vision
to invent
a product that would lead Black women
to prosperity and economic independence.
A philanthropist
even in the face of black male resistance, I successfully hired over 20,000 sales agents and built my own manufacturing business
in Indiana.
I'm determined, radical, and gifted!
I leave a legacy as pilot pioneer for African American entrepreneurship.
This couldn't have been achieved had I not embraced my Black beauty
or magical hair
for all to stare
as America's 1919
first Black Madam
self-made millionaire
I am...?