Motivation

 

When I was asked to do this piece, I wasn’t excited about it...

I'm not a motivator or inspirational or even at times, an enthusiastic type poet

I am a love type poet

I write about rainbows, broken hearts and unicorns type stuff

However, 

I know when I was your age I was excited about being on my own and making my way in the world and no one could tell me what to do

They would say stop being grown

Or

Don't rush to grow up

But 

listen, I was ready!

I had a job, a car and I thought i knew everything! 

I wanted to see what was out there! I wanted to see a world beyond Willingboro NJ...

I didn't listen. 

I was hard headed

I had a baby at 19

I thought I was grown

But what I didn't realize 

Was

Life is hard.

Life will make you question everything you were taught

Life will challenge you.

It will bring out the best in you 

Or the worst

But

It's up to you to figure out which path gets the most energy.

It's up to you to sell people on your dreams

If you believe it, don't let anyone change your mind..

If you believe it, YOU can make it happen...

You'll have to..

YOU CAN DO THIS!!

You can make all your dreams come true.

From a thought

A simple notion

A small action

A tiny reaction

That to some, it will be TOO grand…

But not for you

Because

THIS… IS… YOUR… LIFE!

YOU… ARE… THE… FUTURE

You are here to put your stamp on the world

Give them something to believe in

You will be their

INSPIRATION

their

MOTIVATION

their

LIFE LONG MEMORIES

That you create

Now is the time for you..

and ALL your BLACK GIRL MAGIC

In all your newfound freedom

To forge your own paths

to blaze your own trails,

to fight your way through adversity

To never give up

Bump the naysayers and the do nothings

Show them you got this

You've come too far to turn back

For the future is yours

You're heading towards the wonderful

Marching to the beat of your drum

Leading them like a piped piper

Leaving melodic bread crumbs along the way

Striving

With your

Head held high

Determined

But....

A word of caution

There will be road blocks

You will stumble 

Lose your footing

You may even fall

But hear me when I tell you

never...EVER.. give up...

Get up

Dust yaself off

Keep moving 

Keep pushing forward

It's up to you now

To carry the torch

For the next generation

Because 

YOU... ARE... THE... FUTURE!!!

-aDr

February 16 TwentyTwenty2

My Mother

 I miss my mother.... 

My mother is everywhere in the house and I love it.  I lowkey don't want to get rid of any of her things but we have to.  I go thru her things methodically.  I cry at random times while I'm putting on her jewelry... Sometimes I just sit on her bed with all her stuff on... shirts,  headbands, jewelry,   sweaters and remember her laugh... 

I remember everything about her... vividly.  I remember her big brown eyes... her beautiful smile... her laughter... her voice... her skin... her fingers... her feet... I remember rubbing lotion on her feet and her legs. I actually liked doing things for my mother even when I complained.  

I sometimes felt bad going to bed because I didn't want to leave her downstairs by herself. Mommys a night owl. I am not.  I get cranky about midnight... Mommy stays up all night... falls asleep in her chair,  wakes up to her favorite show like she's supposed to be there.  

I would come downstairs before logging on just to check on her but mostly to hear her call my name.  What's for breakfast? Lady...I have to work.  What's for lunch? Woman...  I'm working.  I would call out just to spend time with her... We had pretty deep conversations.  We agreed on a lot of things and others,  she gave advice.  I'm missing these conversations already.  It's been a few things I've been wanting to tell her...

I sprayed on her perfume the other day... 

I smelled like her hug....

-aDr

February 20 TwentyTwenty2