J’s Milagro, Jean-Michel Basquiat

Vintage industrial home in London

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Even Jesus saw the twelve shrink

Team by Magic & Bird

I once painted a canvas with a boy
We made art together 
That boy was not nice
One day I punched a hole through the canvas
He apologized and I forgave him
I picked up the pieces to the canvas I destroyed 
I taped it together 
I stapled
It was something new Later on this boy popped up
Well he didn’t pop up
I messaged him
And he kept responding
I guess
Secretly he did as I hoped
So I forgave him again
And thought to make the art we made
And I destroyed 
Into something even newer
I took the canvas
And let the pieces that fell apart
I took some photos 
That I destroyed and reassembled 
(Clearly this dude made me crazy)
And let those pieces fall apart 
I put them all together on a new canvas
Something to commemorate the journey
And still acknowledge that it was a journey This boy finally admitted
He was not just a boy
He was not nice
He was A boy who didn’t belong in my life 
I took the canvas apart once again
I took off the old torn painting
I took off the reassembled torn pictures
I took off the little Knick Knacks I added along the way
I torn it all apart and was left
With a blank canvas I replaced that blank canvas with a work of art
With a person
Who I think is myself
If not me entirely 
Then a little bit of me I took that blank canvas and filled it
I filled it with me
My heart
My feelings
I put the thing in the space that should’ve taken up that actual space in the beginning
I filled the blank canvas with love
With admiration 
I filled it with a face 
A face I did not pay attention to
A face I should’ve looked at more
A face I saw 
A face I now see I think Maybe I’m projecting
Maybe I’m interpreting my own art wrong 
But 
this is how it made me feel. 🖤✌🏾

Beach Bod

Beach babe

Ocean breeze

Met with

Ocean waves

The vibrance

The color

The melanin

The color

The expectation

The warped reality

What a trip this was

What a trip I wanted it to be

The sun can fuel your spirit

It can melt away The negativity of your mind

It can do so much if you let it

It also allows you to hide yourself behind the shade or your hands

To escape into hats, mask, and shadows

Tears can fall as you shiver under the breeze of the beach

You have to give to receive

I tried to recieve the light

Without letting go

I asked the sun to wash away my strife

And it required me to offer it up

But instead i received more

I added to my pile of dismay

And let it cook under the pressure of the heat

I clutched onto my layers of aggravation

And added heat

A photo

An image

An idea

An ideal

But a memory

The story behind it

Behind the editing

Behind the “candidacy”

The memory will last

And the longer I ponder on it

The less I’ll remember

The more I recall

The less I’ll get right

So this photo stands

But who knows where this trip will fall

🖤✌🏾

Why is it that most of what I’ve “learned” about black people, involved their death and demise.

Where’s the classes talking about the Victories and Celebration of Blackness?

The success and discoveries of black people

The strength and perseverance of black people

I know it’s out there

Why haven’t I found it?

Why isn’t it offered in my area?

Why do I have to be the change I wanna see

Why must I bear the weight or seeking my identity

Why do I need to search and dig through the articles and history books to find facts

Why

Then I just have to sit in a pool of sentences and swim

Drown

Tread

Live in pools of sentences

And stand up and see what’s stuck

What I can take with me

And what I can let wash over me

But I had to find the pool

I had to decide if it was okay to dive in

Idk who created this pool

Idk who’s sentenced these are

But they’re what I have

They’re all I can look to.

Till I create my own pools

With my own waves

Brown, A’rikka Dion

5/26/18

We use each other to move each other

We push and pull

Till we’re both fulfilled

I speak you listen

You guide I follow

You challenge me to be it all

You challenge me to be my best self

I inspire you I think

I challenge you to see a different point of view

I challenge you to be great

You love me

Purely

You love me in a way I’ve never seen before

You loved me as God Loves us all

You loved me unconditionally.

You never forget about me. I always said I was a Christian, but I saw God when I met you.

You were always there when I needed.

You didn’t know I needed you but you knew to call.

I didn’t always know I needed you but I was always glad when you called.

You are always patient with me

You give me the space to be

You make me want to

Your spirit gives me permission to open up

Your being gave me the encouragement to want to be free.

I always wanted to meet someone

I could grow with

And here I am

catching myself bloom

I always said I was a Christian

But I never met God until I met you

One day you said I love you

and it felt like the most comforting words. I felt accepted.

It felt so Pure

You said you loved me and I believed you

you said it again and again

And I couldn’t breathe

you thanked God for making me

and I thanked God for making you.

One day you said you didn’t love me

Because of how I looked or what I could do. You didn’t love me because I made you feel a certain way

You said you loved me because you loved God

You said you loved me simply because you do.

Your spirit saw mine and they grew and glowed.

They loved each other

We brightened each other’s lights

I saw God in you and it brought to life the God in me.

I’ve heard that words 1,000 times

That God is Love

But I never knew those word till the Day you said them

I had never met God until I met you