Peculiar

It’s peculiar how time changes “some” things…

Internally we change to better OurSelves,

as life moves, we gain knowledge & wisdom,

changing for the better,

as we become conscious of  the carcasses we’ve become

& the lies surrounding us….

 “love is” …..

love should be the bridge that  carries us over

funny how She contributes & sacrifices time, visions, body…

all that She Is…

present for All needs…

family- for you- for new lives…

& Her love still remains…

& as things become clearer- Yeah, It’s funny how day in, day out

the values held deep withIn Her remain…

on hold

Her love- Is still

as She’s doing Her woman’s work, lost is a woman’s worth…

as you see time is less & my figure is more

I see where Our loves expansion is less,

Even with life’s gifts’s & joys…

all goes unnoticed, including Me

what’s visible are what you consider values…

there’s no longer the need to pretend for the sake of me,

nor the comfort of your friends-

of the livlihood of my wombspring…

They’re smarter than your credit allows…

Know happiness is a goal of theirs as well…

No longer the need to wait on my slow to fitness,

for now the time has passed…as what you see may look different,

but my souls love had never transformed…

Until, Here.

Now.

A higher level in my life, I can’t accept love bound by stipulations or ultimatums…

You will now cross into your illusional world alone…

If I can’t trust you to stand through temporary & exterior materials,

I won’t lay my heart & soul….my trust over a broken bridge

Crossing it, knowing the unpredictable life that lies ahead

& knowing you prefer to be a painted canvas for eyes to see…

Instead

of being within Me…. the place of blended Souls,

in which unconditional love lies

07/2/2012 © LeTisha.Woods.Bowie

My Mother's Love

My Mother’s Love

She
Taught, as She thoroughly,
Cleaned dishes…
Spotless
we would be,
not in brand name shoes & clothes, in
Hand-made &
by hand, She made &
Molded
us to be, the Women we are…
Stong,
as She, still holding on to Her dreams, as
we
Grow into Ours
daily- She would
discipline our rights &
wrongs, not
allowing disrespect or back-
talking- to us day in and day out…”Girls should
present themselves from the inside, not the out.”….”You
respect your Elders- even those, that aren’t biologically so.” -
“They were- They are- Yours”….They’re
Mine- Treasures I’m holding within my heart, as I’m
Teaching My womb-spring the same
Ancient love,….
old as time- the love of “your” lives…
…..the love of “your” life, is to be
Treasured, like the delved up, stolen gold, of our home’s origination…..
Africa…… taken, as we, yet, never forgotten….for it’s buried…..
Deep within, like the
knowledge Mama
dedicated us, when we were mere youngin’s,
Rebelling,
Fighting back,
for what we thought, then, were the dreams & loves, of our own young hearts, being
Held captive…. &, now, We
hold on to it, like the Ol’ South’s crawfish…. to the
memories of Her every word,
Swallowing the instructed, mature fruit, which have, now, ripened in our minds, from
Dr. Mama, verses Dr. PhD, for those ancient remedies have become consciously understood…..
Accepting the lack of some things, unaffordable, back then, having no matter now,
for the gain of mental & internal riches irreplaceable, today….
Appreciation of the hand-knitted ornaments Mama made, and
pop-corn, strung garland on the tree, we all made together, for…..
we know what life’s struggle is, as….
we are living it…..and Mama still Stands as Our guide…….
Taking value, the dusting of window-
Seals the respect of new visitors, that arrive, with
visions, of the products of a
Strong Mama, who
gave all of Her, so that We could
Be the Women She wanted us to Be……

The Love of My Mother…My Mama will never…can never be forgotten, for, those young thoughts of rebellion have been replaced with what, I, a mother, today, know, was & is The Love of a Child.

Copyright ©LeTisha. Bowie 4/21/12

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Womb Roots Emblem

breath’s bassinet of life reservoir of ancient mysteries miraculous wonder-womb pumping the life of humanity, as with the heart’s necessity to the body flowing manifestations of life and death belly expanded to divers shapes and sizes beaut moon, expressing stretched artistic roots stretched over lunar eastward yoni producer and supplier of minerals… nutrients for Her new glorious Heir validation of Goddess divinity womb…Wombman origin….root of life source of existence wearing stretched root emblems of love love Her blood has sprang into cosmos ever Womb ROOTS EMBLEM by Urth Eagle