How I see It

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i USED to

I used to infuse you into my fantasy,

         A PHENOMENAL future.large
         One where we’d FLAUNT and FLOAT, on clouds of FINESSE,
         Our heads held HIGH in six-inch HEELS and HAUTE couture,
         And CONFIDENCE to make {them} quiver.
         I would be QUEEN and you would be QUEEN.
         Our REIGN would be indivisible,
and w
e would DOMINATE this world of money, men, and matters of the heart.

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Key words; “used to, infuse you”.
The fantasy is the same, but void of you.

I Have No Words

I want to say so many things regarding black people and white police, brutality, racial profiling.

July 5th; Alton Sterling is shot, in the chest, at close range, while pinned to the ground by two officers.

July 6th, Philando Castile is shot, while his four-year-old daughter watches from the backseat of the car. His girlfriend streams his pain live for the world to see.

I have so much grief to express, so many tears I’ve shed.

But I have no words.

Here’s what a poet friend of mine; Jason Nkwain, wrote in response to these incidents.

Jason's Poem

And here’s art by Laolu Senbanjo, that tells a story. It’s the story of what today’s America is like for we blacks.

Laolu's Art

I’m left to grieve for the world, speechless. What can we do? What haven’t we done? What did we ever do?

-Gabriella Aka

Survive

love.     family.       friends.      dreams.               truths.           lies.           chaos.          sadness.            anger.     hate.    frustration.          meditation.           clarity.         forgiveness.     happiness.        peace.                moments.          memories
LIFE.       SURVIVAL.

Diverse

Diverse: The perfect way to EMPHASIZE difference while seemingly being accepting of it.

Diverse like who?

Like black or white? Like brown or pale? Like light-skinned or charcoal dark? Like heavy-set or skinny-bod? Like tall or small? Like smart or dumb? Like rich or poor?

Diverse like how?

Like Muslim or Christian? Like believers or atheists? Like church or club? Like Gospel or secular? Like priest or pastor? Like sinner or saved?

Diverse like when?

Like communism or capitalism, like democrat or republican? Like Monarchy or Anarchy?

Truth: The safety of the familiar, the skepticism of the diverse.

Once Upon a Time

Once Upon a Time
When humanity knew harmony
When people smiled and said ‘good morning’
When looks held love

When husbands respected their wives
When wives revered their husbands
When children obeyed their parents

When learning was a passion
When knowledge was pride
When books were treasures

When music was therapy
When words were lyrical
When movies were messages

When men were gentle
When women were classy
When children were innocent

When the forests were greener
When the seas were cleaner
When the air was purer

Once upon a time
When Paradise was Earth.

I AM – Vol. 2.

I am not my fears.
I AM my Fierce.

I am not my weakness.
I AM my wonder.

I am not my past.
I AM my possibility.

I am not my regret.
I AM my reinvention

I am not my doubt.
I AM my doing.

I am not my low.
I AM my loudest.

I am not my never.
I AM my now.

Yesterday took with her, all that I am not.
Today comes bearing gifts of all that I AM, all that I CAN, all that I was destined to BE

I not Maybe,
I AM.

-Ga Bri Ella

Waking Up Next To You

AS the bites frosted the tip of her ears,
AND as her eyes came awake to the eastern orange sunrise,
AND as the cool, almost-spring morning breeze kissed her cheekbones,
SHE thought of sinking her head into plush pillows that smell of the sweetest lavender.
SHE thought of the soft silk sheets swallowing her in king size comfort.
SHE thought of the feel of his strong arms wrapped around her,
THE covers that would seal them in that morning time,
THE warmth of him,
THE cloud of bliss,
THE heaven.

-GaBriElla