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#legacy #vision #poet #2015
My People by Jalia Dews
For my people
Who were shackled
chained
Who were whipped and beaten
Whose backs were bent
Whose skin was branded
This is for my people
Who hated their skin
Who dreamed of being white
And feared their heritage
For my people
Who chose to stand
Who told the world enough is enough
Who broke the shackles and the bonds
Who lead the lost, the young, and the broken
Who led us from slavery to a place of peace
Who educated and nurtured us
Who chose to stand
Who told the world enough is enough
For my people who suffered the Jim Crow laws
Who trudged through the ashes of their dreams
Who looked for hope
And prayed to God
This is for my people
Who
like Martin Luther King
Stood up and announced
That he had a dream
Who used
peace as a sword
Education as a shield
Love for his armor
And faith as his steed
This is for my people
Who fought for equality all their days
Who paved the road to equal rights
So that we did not have to suffer this fight
So that we could read,write, and grow
This is for my people
Who stood up and announced we had a dream
For my people
Who think drugs are cool
Who think thug life is better than going to school
Who have broken the bones of their brothers and sisters
Who rot in jail
Who have broken the hearts of their mothers
destroyed the faith of their fathers
Who are steeped in a bittersweet, addictive power
Who are addicted to control
This is for my people
Who weep over miles of tombstones
Who are but wraiths of their former souls
Whose hope has been taken
Whose armor has been stripped away
Who have been beaten and battered
Who have given up
This is for the children
Who watched their parents fall
Who have waited for brothers and cousins who will never
come home
This is for the children
Whose tears are never seen
Whose lives can be deleted in a blink of an eye
Who have reached out with hope
Only to be stung
Who have stood on a corner
And been abandoned
This is for the children
Who have been beaten and battered
Who grow up and dream of a place where they are safe and
protected
Who put their heart and soul in the hands of another
person
Who plant seeds of hope
Who are found in ditches with their throats cut
Who go to sleep and never wake up
This is for the children
Who now live in heaven
For my people
Who have ambition
Who dream of college
Who are held back
This is for my people
Who are judged because of their skin
Who gave up one day and took their own lives
For the people who weep over the dead, rotten bodies of
their loved ones
Who struggle to move one
Who rue the day
For my people
Who said I was useless
Who said I was spoiled
Who told me I’d never be anything because I was black
Who made fun of my hair
And mocked the way I talked
Whose words shattered my dreams into a thousand pieces
This is for my people
Who encouraged me to read
Who disciplined and refined me
Who stood up to my teachers and told them they were
wrong
Who rebuilt and structured my dreams
Who painted them on a never ending canvas
Whose love is my shield
My armor and guard
This is for my people
The single mother raising her children all alone
The father who’s there to watch and help his child grow
The children who want to grow up and be
doctors,cooks,nurses, and firemen
For my people
Who never lost hope
Who build the future
Who encourage us to grow
Whose lives were spent reaching equal rights
Who dream of college
Who plant seeds of hope
This is for my people
Who will never cease to grow
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#student #vision #talent #mydaugher #2015
I Be Dat Poet by Jalia Dews
I be Dat poet
That daquiri ice with a mint sprig
So cold I give you frostbite yet
Still irrrsistible because the truth I spit is like a breath of refreshingly cool air blowing away the cobwebs within your mind
Leaving you intoxicated
I be the reason the caged bird sings
The freedom dancing its’ way down the road less traveled
I am the rose
The crystal stairway of the hard working about their business and striving to do better
I be Dat poet
Whose works are inscribe in the gold inlay of underwater Nubian pyramid temples
If I had a time machine I’d make a pit stop in the 13 colonies just to bless Thomas Jefferson with the inspiration of my wisdom
I would then surf the waves of time to the ancient land of Kemet
And scribe the brainchildren of great blacks like Mena, the first king and Imothep the true father of mathematics, science, and medicine
I dream unpainted canvas that steadily fill with a road map of my life
I write
To remember
To recall treasured memories
To mark the historical events that gave way to change
I write
To capture the effervescent, eternal, mythic creature known as time
I write
To take pride and happiness in something uniquely mine
I write
To release buried emotions
To learn
To gain confidence
To open my mind and speak
I am Jalia Amira Dews
I be Dat Poet
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Reflection
One always stop to glance at their reflection when passing a mirror, it is an unconscious reaction. When one looks in the mirror a myriad of images may be gleaned and for the next 5seconds your walk changes.
When I reflect on a moment or time past I see and embrace the change immediately. The future has many possibilities! I would rather focus on the strategic avenues to continue my growth.
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The Passport
So, I first travelled outside the US when I was sixteen with my other siblings , niece and nephews. I was excited to go as I was a troubled teen and had worked hard to get my grades and credits up for graduation.{backstory note: I was a Sophomore with 15 credits when I should of had 35} All I needed was my birth certificate and a letter from my guardian stated I had permission.
The concept of International travel was not on my mind as I read a lot and knew a lot of international people. Yet, it seem to be a big deal to others. Fast forward 17years later and I feel an urgency to obtain a passport for myself and child. Not so much for travel but I think I’ve subconsciously developed a panic I could be snatched off the streets or my daughter while she’s away at school in another state ; held until verification can be obtained. Life has changed.
So, on my trip to this other country I was stricken by the homes we passed during landing. I thought it was a neatly organized garbage dump site until I saw children running and playing. Then the drive to our “luxurious “ hotel in the heart of the city on a desolate road thinking “are you sure their taking us the right way?” Upon arriving there was a merchant lady whom had been stabbed to death and her blood literally running down the sidewalk. This vacation invigorated my social justice blood. I wanted answers to many things as I was told our food is flown in and don’t buy meat from the market👀 excuse me our room have cooking accommodations. And where are my tourist dollars going? Why is ... oh the questions were endless. The blessing to learn , government,culture, economics, classism , poverty, determination and resilience up close and personal. So , now I can travel internationally again...
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There is no greater #Peace then watching the sunset or sunrise.. maybe it’s my #reflection of those I’ve lost wondering are they watching over me...
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Strategy
The so called experts say go network with those whom are doing what you want to do but better. The network attendees are all vying for the same endorsements. I think how is this “activity” going to enrich my thought process to impact MY mission? Then I think... it the process in and of itself that gives me the tools to enhance my mission. Investment justified.
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Never knew!
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Strategy
The so called experts say go network with those whom are doing what you want to do but better. The network attendees are all vying for the same endorsements. I think how is this “activity” going to enrich my thought process to impact MY mission? Then I think... it the process in and of itself that gives me the tools to enhance my mission. Investment justified.
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There is no greater #Peace then watching the sunset or sunrise.. maybe it’s my #reflection of those I’ve lost wondering are they watching over me...
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The Passport
So, I first travelled outside the US when I was sixteen with my other siblings , niece and nephews. I was excited to go as I was a troubled teen and had worked hard to get my grades and credits up for graduation.{backstory note: I was a Sophomore with 15 credits when I should of had 35} All I needed was my birth certificate and a letter from my guardian stated I had permission.
The concept of International travel was not on my mind as I read a lot and knew a lot of international people. Yet, it seem to be a big deal to others. Fast forward 17years later and I feel an urgency to obtain a passport for myself and child. Not so much for travel but I think I’ve subconsciously developed a panic I could be snatched off the streets or my daughter while she’s away at school in another state ; held until verification can be obtained. Life has changed.
So, on my trip to this other country I was stricken by the homes we passed during landing. I thought it was a neatly organized garbage dump site until I saw children running and playing. Then the drive to our “luxurious “ hotel in the heart of the city on a desolate road thinking “are you sure their taking us the right way?” Upon arriving there was a merchant lady whom had been stabbed to death and her blood literally running down the sidewalk. This vacation invigorated my social justice blood. I wanted answers to many things as I was told our food is flown in and don’t buy meat from the market👀 excuse me our room have cooking accommodations. And where are my tourist dollars going? Why is ... oh the questions were endless. The blessing to learn , government,culture, economics, classism , poverty, determination and resilience up close and personal. So , now I can travel internationally again...
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Reflection
One always stop to glance at their reflection when passing a mirror, it is an unconscious reaction. When one looks in the mirror a myriad of images may be gleaned and for the next 5seconds your walk changes.
When I reflect on a moment or time past I see and embrace the change immediately. The future has many possibilities! I would rather focus on the strategic avenues to continue my growth.
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BLOGHER
So, I’m getting ready for this #CreatersSummit with all the angst of a four year old at DisbeyLand😤😅 Good vibes of course! How else can my brand be known? One can not simply speak to friends and family as some will say. One has to Leap of the cliff! Trust , there are a million others vying for the same spot.
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Intelligent Optimist
See the good first even when it looks impossible. Notice the small light shinning through the crack of box you made your home for the night. See the through the facade of the masses. Look for the unusual. Laugh when everyone else frowns. You get the 💡?!
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Push
Push to maintain the goals, push to hold the line , push to continue the journey... just PUSH
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