Follow Us
D.H. Lawrence
I’d have that day with you again.
very true.
I wrote a poem I couldn’t sleep, I miss you and I couldn’t help myself.
You and I both know I stopped so I’m a little rusty so
please forgive me if it sounds……. not up to any expectations.
ME equals WE.
Its easy to say that WE is not ME just look at it and you will agree that there is no way because of the distinction of what man made to be true, rules of what, where, when who it is to be WE, a contrast to and all of the same to be ME.
You know what I am where I am who I am and you know what I do. I disagree with you!
So you agree and I disagree and clearly I can see how WE is identical to ME. Simply be and then recognize that you are what is constant and that is the “E”. You do what you do to me. You turn my world around and I become W. That’s the part that’s easy.
You ask yourself why am I “E” in your ME? Well now that we are together I see you as such, to put in terms of understanding there is no ME without E. I am the M or after you the W.
When WE are together you made ME into WE. WE both flipped and at least my world has been flipped upside down and yours just changed around.
Thanks to your strength the ME has turned into WE and now I’ve discovered what a beautiful thing that can be. To see what I am beginning to witness.
It’s as simple and fulfilling as ME equals WE!!!
To the person looking back at this note.
You’re not who you used to be.
A rare gem amongst fake pearls.
A solid background holds you up.
Confidence and courage surround your name.
You’ve made it this far, gone further than their eyes could see.
The stars still shine on you.
I’m proud of you brown skin lady.
Keep going, don’t look back.
Don’t worry.
You hold pictures of those that matter, of the ones that love you.
Don’t stop.
If no one tells you I’m here to remind you; you’re fearless, strong, beautiful, confidence, independent, brown and proud.
Should anything change, remember to stay grounded.
If you fall get back up.
Here’s to you.
Angels on my right shoulders demons on my left.
So I wisper my ambitions to the willing.
Next week, next month, next year.
Holding onto events that get overpowered by fear.
Let me like,
Let me be,
Happily married to life.
Grateful for everyday, looking forward to my strife’s,
because I know I can be whatever I want to be, whenever I am ready to be it. - M.M