The World Shall Know My Name

After being up painting (I’m a beginner but I’m loving it), I felt like writing. Naturally I had to pair it with what I created.

I just want the world to know my name like Basquiat or Kara Walker

Minus the graffiti and silhouettes

Stun the world with abstract visions until they think I’ve done my best

Then tell em I ain’t done yet

Putting my paint brush down for a pen

Creating message after message

Planting seeds to help my people win

Because you see,

One day on common ground we must all meet

It’s enough out here for everyone to eat

We not the crabs in the bucket

We’re the Kings and Queens

With the heart of the lion and lioness

Broken free from the chains

Destined for greatness

Like the ancestors that left writings on the walls

Our actions will do the same for those next in line

And after I’m gone and my many greats say my name

It’ll be followed by words such as this:

My many many Great-Grandmother was an artist. She created abstract visions that stunned the world like Basquiat and Kara Walker. Minus the graffiti and silhouettes of course. When she wasn’t painting she was writing. Some would describe her as woke and others would say passionate. A conversation with her was always full revolutionary topics and funny jokes, but at the end of the day she was for her people and the people are for her. So when I say her name, I say it pride. Be a use of her, I come from greatness and now the world knows her name.

Introvert Life

Photo captured after my morning meditation

While everyone is sitting at home going stir crazy because of Covid-19 shutting everything down, I’m happily in my home reading books, watching documentaries, and meditating while my children fill my home with the rowdiness that would normally be seen in the outside world. I have my balance. As an introvert, Here is where I feel less drained from being around a lot of people and less of a chance of having that awkward moment where a random person wants to have a conversation about something I know nothing about, but feel inclined to talk because I was raised with too much respect to come off as disrespectful to anyone.

Quarantine life is not so bad to me. I do it with ease because it pretty much my everyday life. Now there are moments where I’d like to go do the little things that I used to like go to Hobby Lobby, go to the movies, or even a random date night with my husband, but even that moment is fleeting. I always wonder if a time will come where I experience a shift that makes me want to be around groups of people and embrace random conversations, but even as I write this I cringe and hope it never happens.