Nova-rose-greene - Nova Rose

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I dream about being a mom more then anything else

I’ve dreamed about my family more then my career my house, my card, the dog.

I’ve dreamed of copious amounts of children

And excited that I was their mom

All just bursting with excitement when I hugs them kissed them

I want to be the one they run to when they cry

I want to tell them it’s okay to cry and understand how to make it better

I want to be the one they call mom

I want to be their provider

Their confidant

I want years down the road for them to call and apologize for yelling me when they were 13 because now they see that I’m right

I want to create children who know how to love

Who love themselves

Who can feel so empowered to change the world.

I want to be a mother to change

I want to be a mother to droppings of love

I want to kiss baby toes

I want to cry at evey graduation and wedding

I want to cheer them on at games

And edit papers

I want to be a mother so bad

But who am I now

And who will I be for them to be proud of

Who will I be before I can be in a position to be a mother

And who’s the father???

Who’s dad because he’s just as important in this scenario

But back to the point

I want to be a mom more then anything

Can’t tell me this ain’t love

I Will Never Again Speak Another Negative Word

I will say I can , instead of I can*t.

It’s no longer a word in my vocabulary.

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

I rock, I roll. I bloom, I glow 🌻

Ask, Seek, knock

I belive that art is life

Whatever you do in life you put into your art

Whatever life throws at you,

You use it to influence your art.

My life is art

I want to change the world

through my art

When the resources are right in front of me

When the opportunity has presented itself to give me the best way and means possible to do just that

I snatch it.

I have asked

I have sought

And I have knocked on any door I think has something for me behind it.

I can’t talk about wanting opportunities and then when they arise not taking advantage of them

You cannot see the door pop up and then sit and talk about what a beautiful door it is.

You cannot talk about all the things this door could do

You have to knock on it

And get whats on the other side

You have to knock

You have to knock

You have to knock

Knock knock knock knock knock knock

I take whatever I have asked for.

I claim all the blessings that are for me

It’s frustrating to see part of your blessing is out of your control

But it’s not gonna stop me from doing what I have to do to claim my rewards

I speed and I shall reap

What God has for me

it is for me

NIKO RIAM FOR VOGUE PORTUGAL  BY ANDREE MARTIS.

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