Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Beautiful Me



This poem was inspired by some alarming tweets I read this morning filled with so many disparaging remarks
 about our physical features.  As Black people, we need to celebrate and show off the beauty we possess.  I decided to write through the eyes of a child so that our children can stop being ashamed of who they are!!!



Beautiful Me
By: Masnoh Wilson


Beautiful Me
I KNOW I AM
Who told me so?
You already know

'Cause in me you see
Mankind indeed
For I begin with mahogany
And sometimes end with ecru


Doesn’t matter whether
My hair is tightly coiled,
Loosely curled
Or wavy straight

After all, I am the only one of course
Who can wear my hair 
So many ways, in so many styles
Whenever I want, whenever I please

Doesn’t matter that my nose is broad
a little bit wide
Or kinda narrow
Or almost straight

Doesn’t matter that my lips are big, brown
Or medium red
Or thin and pink
Or does it matter what you think?

This is no mystery you see
Cause my beauty honey 
Begins with me 
And ends with you!

Beautiful Me
I know I am
Who told me so?
You already know!








Friday, July 6, 2012

When Darkness Came

This poem is a very personal one that took me a while to write.  For a while I did not want to feel anything or write anything...But last week I sat down and wrote this.  I hope it helps someone out there who might be going through some life-changing events.  Some people might not like to hear this, but God is real; and is becoming even more real to me as I deal with the recent events I write about in this poem. If you would like to know more, inbox me on facebook or send me a tweet at Masnoh's Books.



When Darkness Came…
by Masnoh Wilson

When darkness came
My heart stood still…
The pain so great
I thought it would break

Nothing prepares your heart for this pain
No matter how long on earth you’ve lived
This gut-wrenching, devouring, scathing ache
That just won’t go away, no matter how hard I try

I still grieve some, weep some
And then ponder…
About the nonsensical events of my life
Asking God how can it be...
A child’s life interrupted… Could not I foresee?

An illness so profound
I dare not utter its name
Has taken over a vibrant child
A lively, energetic, and spirited being
Oh God, tell me this is just a delusion

Tell me I’m dreaming and then wake me later
Cause I want to sleep until it’s all over
But over it will not be for a while
I must awake, and deal with it now

But where do I go, where do I turn
Everything seems to be shutting me down
My heart's so heavy, with grief, it’ll burst
Until I find my Anchor, The Solid Rock!