Beneath the Keloids

Beneath the Keloids

The artistic eyes see within….

“Thick brown beautiful thang,”

into thickness created around a heart of oak,

into a soul of keloids;

Touching one….

Carrying the pain of its

“Could haves, would haves, should haves,”

… Listening to Her…

Sing the same melodies of Her grandmother…

and embracing another keloid beneath,

Underneath it lays the pain of touches,

which should have never been-

from an uncle, who should have been, a model of men in Her life;

this scar… one overlapping itself, holds much.

and seeing more scars, beneath those keloids…

of touches and demands,

from a cousin, who should have been a playmate, cousin, a friend, but

Who were his models?

and scars….scars within….of…

boyfriends of Her Mama….bastard men, who should have known better,

And, yet, had no fathers to teach them!!

The thickness that’s beyond the skin’s visual resonates,

in eyes as such,

from within the scars built up,

like blocks, only never knocked down- still standing,

as a wars defense mechanisms, against the enemies to come.

…She sees, as the line of men to come….

…no man, with better intentions, than the one prior.

So She’s still standing,

with much,

with them.

They having no stronger mentality, than the men that surpassed the others in Her life.

Trying to break Her Spirit, yet somehow,

She still Stands.

“Thicker, brown, beautiful…

Still….

She Stands.

One Day by One Day.

With Heart, intact,

Loves, Desires, Hopes, Words within….Infinite…

because, She knows the Humanity, Power, Livelihood, Hope and All

that, She holds dear, was also taken years ago, from Our Men.

Then,

instead of ReBuilding…They were freed, into mental slavery, like mad, wild-

tearing down and they held on to what was close- Their “own”,

But, we weren’t to own-

But to share, join, love with, build with You…. Wo”men”-

Forgetting without “Womb”man- they would not exist.

Having lost and forgotten all love and honor for Her…

Seeing when looking into His eyes, My Brother

When looking into Her eyes, My Sister

I see in my dreams that are Ours

It is not always me there…..

“I know that our “Could’ve, Would’ve, Should’ves,”

are intertwined with the desires of structured family …stability, 

It is for these loves… the cost is many lost dreams, which can be reality.

…that I stand

…. that I write what I see

….what my spirit speaks

from within…..”

….Both have come from me,

Wo“Man”…. Wo “Men”

I stand.

Knowing the healing beneath all of Our scars….

all of the keloids that will ever exist…..

I dream and have visions of

© Copyright LeTisha.Bowie 4/29/12

A Moment Counter, to Let Him Know

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

Our Shades of Black

Our Many Shades of Black" Lessons learned.... Dedicated to my Twin Sisters, & all of My Brothers & Sisters Granny 'Nora had a subliminal hatred for shades- she had a set of black grands' & a set of whites, which were the lighter shades, she raved; Grandma Clara's hatred for shades was so strong- she wished they were invisible..... emotions so durable, they caused divisions made, …between, her and the "Joy", of a grand-daughter's love, she so desperately craved; ….the birthing’s & deliverances of self-hatred & confusion, ingested by our babes, who ate of knowledge, before knowing they'd been fed, ...devouring words & worlds of Our Precious Elders, like fresh ripe plum, from "Big Mama's" plum tree… anticipating the ripening…. ....& breaking the flesh of the fruit of their wisdom; Their innermost knowing… that: Black we are- "All" ....and in "All" of Our families, we are: Light-skinned, yellow- bones, Red-bones, black, blue-black, Jet-black, dirty- red & copper-toned.... Cocoas & browns & almost whites.... .....name callings of many, and many by Our very own..... ....the pain, of the souls, of the left behind, …of the chosen, has & is obvious & obviously carried for lifetimes; ……in the shades of the songs, of Black Spirits…. Yet We are “One.” My mind recalls: An innocent child spoke, “I’m the light one, you’re the dark one,” and How could she have known? for she had been fed from supposedly wise ones…. …..the ones who chose the lighter shades, over the darker, yet, we are all black….we are all “one” Recalling Her sibling: An also, innocent child, who was the dark scorned, as she cradles that day, like it was her limb birthed….. …..& Grandma, who wished color, was non-existent…..One who preached, “You’re no better than your next brother or sister!” “Who do you think you are?” …..& Granny, who wrote letters, questioning the darkness of the color, of one’s own grand-child’s child… Scalding hot!!!…showers of confusion…. & mental slavery begins… in the minds of our children, who soon realize, they live(d) in a time, when…. you are better, the lighter you are…. the better you will be treat-ed, the brighter your skin…..the more quality you are of a being….. Children wishing for light-skinned babies, before they know the locus of their own beings!!! And so the downfall of our heritage goes! For the fear!! Of judgment! & the same pain of our ancestors! Fear of enduring & sharing their unshed tears, our babies hold fast, to what seems like the truth of endurance- And so ….the patterns of subconscious, negative, spiraling downward, into pits of depression goes on….. The brainwashing began, before we knew what it was…. birthed into young spirits, with the contractions of our Elders own sufferings, as subconscious mental protections….. …..they thought,….. As a means, to blend, with whom they thought were the “civilized ones” “Good-haired” “To birth lighter-skinned babies,” Maybe they wouldn’t suffer so much hatred. ….thinking back & remembering of those days & I know that I’m not alone…. ….my heart feels the division, caused among our bloodline, for causes that aren’t even our own….. I believe “They All” and “They Both,” wanted to protect us, but it was in ways of their very own; ….the ways they’d also been taught…….My Grandparents……Our Grandparents… It’s the venom of “our” own pain, fear, experiences & racism….. …with it came loss & still comes with loss ….that we adapt, fit in, and deal with it, no matter what the cost is … …losing the love of those that should be closest, at the start of a child’s lesson, that should never have been taught……. ….the expense has been & still is: “Our” Spirits, “Our” Smiles, “Our” Songs, and most of all “Our Love of Self!!” …..the cost is more expensive than any purchase…. Because venom is deadly!!! And for the most….. we vaccinate with “acceptance” (of what shouldn’t be accepted!!) It’s like treating a migraine, with a pneumonia medication- It doesn’t work!!! It’s like taking a placebo, to treat diabetes, and expecting your sugar to be regulated!!! You are pacified, not filled or cured and slowly die inside!!! We vaccinate, with accommodation, and “blending in” vs “standing in” …lovin’ Self in “Your Own Skin” & standing!!!- Just you!!!! Blending in….with the “Fly” external presentation….appearing so wonderful… “Blending” …carcass…. Dying within from the pain of the desire for freedom….the desire to just be ….wondering of the “Joy” to free yourself, of the internal bondage of Self- hatred!! ….freedom from the bondage of low self-esteem, which “we,” so many, still refuse to claim!!!! It is!!! When you believe changing who you are, to be pleas…ing…. ….for someone who could give a damn about your heart- About Your Soul…. About “You”!!!! And Internally, your dying daily… How would they know? Do you love yourself enough to search within You? To find the things that make You do what You do? I’d been told by my Grandma to, “Leave the past, in the past!!!!” But!! I’d have never known why she shed those tears at night…. if I would have just accepted it!!! and leave it!!!.....leave my people starving for themselves!!!!, ….Without a clue how to truly love Self!!! If I had just left it!!!! I never would have known why my mama cried at night, and why sometimes she still does!!!! If….If I would have left it…Just left the past in the past!!!!! If…I would have just left things alone….left them the way they were…the way they are….!!!! I never would have known why my daddy cried & drank himself sick, almost every day of his living life!!!! …………….If I had just left it!! I can’t!! My heart won’t let me, if I try!!! I am a seeker!!! A seeker of truth!!! It’s because, I love me, and It is because I love you!!! …that I can never just accept what I’ve lived through!!..... …which is nothing!! Compared to what Our Elders survived and died for!!! It’s because My Soul won’t lie still and digest, that accepting!!!, that the shades of our colors!!!... ….that the many shades that lie within Our Blackness, are divisions!!! I regurgitate the notion!!! ….that these forced wedges within & throughout us…that it is Our only way! It is not!!! It is not!!! And I refuse to accept the suggestions that “It’s just the way it is.” Well the way it is, don’t fly well in my wind!!! I’m here My Loves, to send you a message: ….that we are shades of many, hair textures of plenty and the diversity within our blackness, is what makes us unique, a one-of-a-kind, and Blessed people. There is no need to change for the likes of any others- Change for the love of You!!! Know Your history, so that You will know, that there’s more than enough reason to Love You!!! You & Me- We were created in the Glory of the Eyes of a Creator/tress, who makes no error….creating uniqueness in every single detail & shade, with pleasure!!!! I love Our Many Shades of Black, and without them, what color would the world be? Colorless. I said, without Our Many Shades, what color would the world be My Twin Sisters, My Brothers & Sisters!!? Without Natural, without kinky……there would be no curly…..there would be no wavy No. Without “You as created”…..What would this world be? It takes us all, to make this grand variety!! Straight. Colorless. You better look inside, ….let’s teach Our Children there’s nothing to hide!! There’s no reason, not to know where it all began, … otherwise, How can you heal & mend Your broken hearts? How can you teach, if you haven’t been taught? Love Yourself!!! Know Yourself!! Our Many Shades of Black are Beautiful!!!!! © LeTisha.Bowie 4/15/2012

Mental Slavery II.... The Black People's Path of Survival

©LeTisha.Bowie 3/25/25

Two Thousand Twelve “We are Free?”

Two Thousand Twelve “We are Free?” Two Thousand Twelve, “We are Free?” Is that free to be who you say we should be? & then is that free? Freedictionary.com…..I didn’t have to pay for this definition or site…it was free…… Free: enjoying personal rights or liberty as a person who is not in slavery. Two thousand twelve, We are a Black people, “We are free” With the death of another of our brothers- I find the vision hard to believe; The history we’ve been taught tells a story- “Equality for all”, The definition I must have missed; We’ve lived to see another of our innocents fall, to the gunshot of “they” not all; My helium heart is full capacity……Can’t hold in the pain, As the resurrections- the truths of souls, have begun to flow, …..the speed & currents of a broken dam, It’s a tornado in my brain, spiraling down to the tips of my toes; We’ve known for years, that our painful journey never ended, As time progresses, Spirits reveal themselves…..confirming division was never truly mended; The death of young Trayvon Martin has stirred emotions…..new world-wide tensions, We’d like to lay here- heads covered, thinking these gasoline hearts are a thing of the past, But the blood running from the depths of my being is like fire, screaming- “It’s time to step up and stand up!” Fuck kissing ass! Unspoken pain, unshed tears, The voices of black cries for hundreds of years ……has to take a mic!…..has to take a stand! ……has to come together…. to become One Soul of Our Mother Land The un-inherited self-destruction we’ve taken on….. that is not yours! It’s not your own! Give it back…let it go! Look within ….it’s time to show----- ………. the world that We are human….. We are free…. We are One……. Trayvon are we…… No longer will we be stepping stones, We stand…. Stand together……For freedom is Ours to own; It’s not a gift, it’s a right, To walk in day, as well as night, To live and die, for the rights of Our Black Lives It’s time you see, like you….. We are free. ©LeTisha.Bowie 3/24/12

Cotton Candy Whispers

Cotton Candy Whispers

Looking north My feet write love aspirations into cool, soft mahogany earth,

As you had caught Me mid-inhalation from the depth of your peering into My soul, permeating through sepia eyes, into the base of a desolate- where love used to take home;

Afraid to look back up- I thought this sector of Self was gone, for fear of false hope……I smile slightly, with belly quivers, shaking my body lightly;

Suspicion & Uneasiness toss & turn within My Spirit, but  I take over- Look up….to see your Dark, Butter Smoothness waiting to take sup,

With, your welcoming eyes Speaking- I feel Your fears, Your pain, unshed tears……. “Can I take them please, My Precious Dear?  I’ve been searching for You for years.” 

Vibrations flow from crown to toe, from the gentle touch that speaks “I know.”

Eyes locked in understanding of My design to be your Moon, your Stars, to Move your Earth to be Your Sun’s Shine;

The pounding of our hearts are to the rhythm of the blue birds chirpppping…….

Making melodies unheard, only few perceive, but “We”- Connectiiinnnng…..

With words unsaid, make music within our souls, and Mother Earth as our bed;

As we sit Face-Face

Gentle touches, elbow brushes

Wind tickles, watching the leaves wiggle

Hands allowing Our Energies to intertwine creating musics of love lost, love desired, the truth of it, of love found,

I’m releasing slowly, a gentle love into your being,

Of energy held and treasured within me, for fear of betrayal…

I touch your face with feather delicacies, to assure myself that you’re real, as you whisper cotton candy in My ear….

Firm (spirit), but weak (spoken)….. “Don’t play with my emotions, I’ve been here before.”

As you’re whispering, “You have been somewhere Sweetness, but you haven’t been here- Your Treasure is One to Hold.”

Wanting to believe, because there’s so much unseen, unfelt, unknown- of Me….My Heart’s doing summer-salts and My Soul’s on fire.

…..thinkin’

It takes a true Soul Mate to know you….to know how to keep a fire lit, and to rekindle it when its low,

I sincerely and lowly speak these words and continue saying…

“This is why this sector’s barren…. Held for dreams, and lyrics

                                            Art for the soul-sick

And You My Soul Senual Brother…..King

May hold the lyrics to a New Song

One that has no end, as love

One that exceeds the sky- We can fly! Creating New Dreams of a love unseen…..

……Looking at the earth again…

……looking down

Thoughts wave throughout My Spirit….

I exhale the possibility that this…..that you could be true

As I look North again….

………..A slow anger manifest, as I realize….. I’m viewing the ceiling of my bedroom.

I’ve awakened from a beauteous dream, and I can’t move….

I’m wishing I could go back to sleep….. “There”

Knowing in this life I write of, sing of, wonder of a love such as   yonder……

Can’t help but ponder the idea that “We” could have been that One of a Kind team-

Can’t help but wonder if My Treasure could have been One to Hold, but then again- “It was” Only In a Dream.

Urth Eagle 3/18/12

© LeTisha.Bowie 3/18/12

The Impossible by Louisiana Purchased

*Louisiana Purchased* Encouragement to all of our inspiring artist/poets/singers.....whatever your endeavour is ...Be Encouraged to follow your hearts and your dreams!!!

Soul (Sole) Journey

Soul (Sole) Journey ~Interim~ “Then” “When” She meditates…. You see the physical being….existing Going about mechanical motions of life She knows the expected….the predicted, reoccurring shuffles of ever day…. and moves rotating in the Woman’s stereotypical life; the tendencies of quick, habitual, repetitious movements…..rotations, over and over, mundanity, insanity; tick tocks if Her inner-clock, Self-set automatic alarms, that have taken place of life’s spontaneity; repetitiously …tick. tock. day in. day out. year after year – ~“Now”~ she thinks of an ol’ dishrag, who has lost its color and flair, who’s daily performances, of the same… ol’ rag…worn, even so….performs its duties tick. tock. like Her…like a Woman ‘pose to “He thinks I’m a machine”……and thinking……. ~“Then, when 2 became 1”~ actually held possibilities of ~“When”~ “When” hope compelled him, and dreams inspired Her”….and “When” we had destinations to clench…. ~“Then”~ ……..we did….~Then~..…. together we “knew” the magical nexus that could be cultivated… ~“Then”~ ………..”Then” time paid Her debt…. ~“Now”~ in……. ~Interim~ She sits wondering ~“When”~ ~“When?”~ Where? went When? “ To be? “ Us? “Can the damaged, idle machine that –you- see….tick. tock. TICK. TOCK. Can you activate it?” “Can the damage, within Her, be repaired?…… …..forcing dreams, hopes, and lovin’, to work Her voodoo again?” ……“Once” there were no mechanical mechanisms running our lives”…. ~“Then”~…. And “Now” ~Interim~ in Her mechanical shuffles and robotic efforts… My inner sparkle is a lit fire, singing flaming-tones of redemption, …..burning through this temporary carcass Reclamation! Realizing that My dreams, desires, My being are within a contraption of the man-made, physical conceptions, of who I should be You see…..These ill-fitting mechanisms, fit the average, but they don’t fit Me “His feelings are his own” “Theirs belong to them” “Mine are in here”….The Eye that Am- “He doesn’t see, and never understood- I see, “Now” It’s the pigeonhole “all” are accustomed to….The “all” that has most mentally ensnared….The “all’s” puzzle that I have “never” been a piece of…that I will never complete….because I Am Me. ~“Now”~ Standing Still- Knowing that Eye’m One of My Own Kind- Accept Me Or Not We are Standing Still- Strangers and Strangely Friends, Lovers Even? “I wonder? ~”When”~ “When did this all take place?” “When will promise & vows fill interim’s position?” ….when all along my words have been mere knowing refusal has taken a strong formation to waste wasted time wasted life wasted effort….energies refusal of anymore waste of Self unrecognized preciousness……Individuality of Being “I refuse….I refuse to relinquish Who Eye Am” To be “Me” ~& Interim~ “I will no longer remain……living, awaiting death” “She needed him to hear” He listened, but didn’t comprehend: Her Soul’s sharing, Her Soul’s love Her Soul’s searching My Soul’s Heart’s breaking, for non-kept commitments, ones….meant forever to be pleasured and treasured…. Only seeing Me as an apparatus, that makes live livable & functional- “He’s missing the best of Who She is” ……in his contentment with the man-made, physical conceptions of what life should be….. “Within! My Free-Spirit runs wild, like an untamed buck, painting abstract canvases, only conscious-minds comprehend!!, creating songs from my soul, that have never been told!!, writing what starts as short stanzas, and up here ► emotions later…thoughts later…...pages la…..ter” “I am the lover of land, of flowers, of earth, of life and of the bearth of it!, in all of its beauties and all of its miraculous forms; I am the lover of everything that life’s worth, and of You.” …..sitting no longer, and ended meditation……….. “TODAY”…… I am a soaring eagle…….flying solo….. For my wings have grown tired, as I look over to see that you’re no longer flying in My wind, helpin’ to balancing the weight- helping to make this flight- ….it is, because you think that your thoughts are the only correct ones, that my wings have begun to squeak- I looked left and realized that my wings have taken metallicity….. I looked right and I see tarnish, but I know the shine that dwells beneath… I’m at dock “now” ….no longer flying, because the weight is too heavy ~& Interim Now…Today~ My bloom is at halt, having thought…. we were blooming together- planting a field of life-seeds, womb-spring, and moon-love…… Cultivating newness in all forms…… -I am a lone lotus A sole survivor My strength is magniloquence. Enough. Standing. “I remain- Me….in Life’s Flight In Life’s Fight” “I can’t thrive with you, if your growth is stunted, and we can’t win together, if we are mentally asunder.” “I’m reinforced for a Sole Journey to Soul Freedom ~When 2 becomes 1…….. -Urth Eagle Tisha © 2/29/2012 © copyright 2012-03-08 20:31:36 UTC - All Rights Reserved

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