BLACK BLOOD

This is inspired by two beautiful people, but dedicated to all the beautiful black gold 

inspired by the ugliness of self hate of our people, and racism of people in general,  inflicted on two really beautiful dark chocolate skinned black women

BLACK BLOOD

(first draft)

1/6/12

Have you ever seen black blood

Funneled from the night sky into blue veins

Liquid onyx melted into molecules that swim through

Platinum veins

Flecks like dark diamonds finely crushed into dark angel dust

And blown off full lips onto fire kissed skin

And our platelets be rich like Queen marrow

The royal bones that became dirt

and grew trees that have branches that dance

and leaves that salute us

Roots that give birth to golden dust

They aint never seen beauty til they seen black blood

Drums bang in our bloodstream

But the ignorant be Helen Keller lost

Deaf to our song, blind to our majesty

Their words be invisible machetes

So our backs curve like the weapon

See our presence be equally as deadly

The antidote be the poison

The love of the ones they loathe is the remedy

But baby we’re built strong

The structure of the rib copies the embrace of our arms

Our hearts drip slick like black oil

That’s why our bodies be a gold mine

Brothers try to hit the gold

with 50 cent words

And hate 400 years old but

They don’t know

They gotta dig deep into their capillaries

Shovel past their insecurity

before they can even reroute to our

Shadowed treasure

They forgot black gold birthed them

They been so mixed up by ivory misconceptions that

They got greyscales building a film on their eyes

And it doesn’t even hurt them when the confused try to depreciate our value anymore

Their pupils dilated with lies

Black gold so beautiful the earth’s core mimics her aura

But they make you hate you when they don’t understand you

Your magnificence  so far beyond comprehension their brain cells combust at the thought of your regality

Black Gold

They melt in your presence

and seeping into black dirt is the closest they get to your depth

They’re subconsciously jealous so they busy tryna bring your self esteem to death

But our black beauty is endless

Black love don’t cry

Sometimes black tears don’t dry

I still see the riverbeds engraved on your cheeks

Black blood

God spells your name in the sky

People think the stars are the masterpiece but your loveliness so vast he used

your blood to paint the sky

the stars are just cutouts, your raven color is the foreground

Black Gold

They have it misconstrued. God made cream colors just to offset your beauty

You be the art, they just the canvas

Black blood

You are

splendor so magnanimous

He painted you on the inside of eyelids

So all of existence could spend some time with you

He made your kinky coils so they could catch love in the strands when the breeze blew

He made chocolate dipped honey and let it bake in the Holy sun

So candy could almost taste as exquisite as you look

Don’t let the rapper fool you, obsidian ambrosia

Black Gold

Thunder even rounds in applause for you

Your beauty makes the sky cry

Van Gogh didn’t know he dreamt you one night

And he copied the inside of your womb to paint Starry Night

But it couldn’t really come close to the masterpiece

Held inside of you

Black blood you don’t know

The universe bleeds you

In shooting stars

and honors you in the embrace of an eclipse

your love is beyond solar or lunar

Galactic systems sync in serruptitious symphonies for you

oceans orchestrate arias for you

you drip radiance when you breathe

you birth miracles when you sleep

black blood

you are the preamble and the epilogue and the novel in between

God made your skin like ink because you are His favorite story

He placed pieces of you in the Heavens and hid your essence in the Earth

Words are too fickle and feeble to accurately portray your eminent glory

Black blood

Doves are white because their peace couldn’t compare to you

Black blood

They aint never seen beauty til they seen you

They spew venom because they don’t understand you

Subconsciously they envy you

But black blood you are beautiful

They’re blind

And even in darkness

Your beauty drowns them

Black blood

They aint never seen beauty til they seen you

by: Qu3eN G

what does this poem, or the issue of racism and colorism make you think about? thoughts? issues? opinions? feel free to share.

love, compassion, royalty.

a study on LOVE...

So last summer I did a study on 1 Corinthians 13, the LOVE chapter. These were some of the things the Lord showed me through the study. Hope it blesses you!

LOVE STUDY

To gain a new perspective, try reading the entire chapter each time replacing the word "charity" with: *the Love of God *the love of self *the love of others

-Love for self & others always rejoices in TRUTH...even in chastisement

-Love believes all things God Says Love bears all things God says Love hopes in all things God says

-Love endures despite myself or situation (self love)

-Perseverance towards improvement is a form of love: for God and for self

-Love NEVER fails! Do LOVE and it will DO what it should...LIVE LOVE!!

-all things WITHOUT love of God, Self, and Others is incomplete and SHALL fail; LOVE completes!!

-It takes maturity to understand the completeness & essential requirement of love. 

-As we learn & grow in love, so do our actions since love is shown in action

-Love is light; It illuminates

-Love quickens: is lively/alive, brings life

-love is not judgmental

-Love does not ALWAYS feel like what it has to say is more important that whatever else is being heard....even silence!

-Love seeketh not her own...be self-LESS!

-Love is not easily provoked by people or by circumstances; love gives soft answers (control & temperance)

-Loving yourself is being patient with yourself

-Loving God is being patient even when you don't have an answer or don't know what to do...Patience and obedience are actions of trust built on love

-True self love is generous; If you love yourself, you don't allow yourself to be easily angered or provoked for your own best interest, balance, and peace! Self love doesn't support evil thoughts

-True self love is the opposite of conceit; it is humility

-Love thinks no evil towards God, towards self, or towards others!

-love doesn't ASSUME evil of

-Truths make love joyful...not evil or ungodly things. If evil or ungodly things spring up joy, it is not love and it is not of God

-Love hopes, bears, and endures ALL!

-If you love yourself, or God, you act right!

-Love for Self, Love for God, Love for Others NEVER FAILS!

Saints walking in the purpose and will of God exhibit love for God, for self, and for others. They are not independent of each other, each is intertwined. You can't lack one and not lack something for the other two!

A little study on PROVERBS 31

I did a study on the traits of a Proverbs 31 woman a little while back. Recently, I've been praying about discipline, and decided to take a deeper look into the Proverbs 31 woman. I was really blessed by it so I shared with some of my sisters and wanted to share with you all...hope it blesses!

Since I am praying for discipline I re-did a study on Proverbs 31...reading different translations, and re-did the list of characteristics..I find that Prov. 31 is such a powerful scripture...it is so detailed, but we need to dig deeper than our vain repetitions. We as women really have a laid out instruction that tells us exactly what we should do, who we should be, and exactly what we should strive for. 

To be a real Proverbs 31 is a REAL task that takes CONTINUAL work, effort, chastisement, and humility! I realize there is no "gee I made it, I'm the perfect Proverbs 31", but it is more so a consistent and determined strive to become that woman throughout our lives. 

Did I mention work? I never realized how much the scripture truly mentions how much she works or references her work ethic. WE CANNOT BE LAZY AND UNDISCIPLINED AND CONSIDERED A PROVERBS 31 WOMAN! 

We tend to isolate traits certain people have and say, oh wow she's kind, she's smart...such a Proverbs 31 woman. But the POWER of  a Proverbs 31 isn't that she carries a couple traits, but ALL of them at the same time. No, that doesn't mean PERFECTION but it means constant striving. It's about getting to a place where you constantly strive for that and you more frequently hit the mark than not. 

Think about it. The bible says that this woman of excellence (Wendy, I peeped that SHE carries the spirit of excellence we were talking about..like daniel!) is RARE! It says that "Many daughters have done virtuously, but thou excellest them all".  If it is so rare, and if all these women actually do virtuously but this specific woman excels or surpasses them all...everybody is not going to be a Proverbs 31. That's reality! It is a HIGH standard. BUT all women of God who are Spirit filled and Spirit led do have the potential to be. The defining factor is actualizing that potential. Our effort will separate the good women from the excellent women.

The only way she can achieve that level of excellence is by and through total submission to God. If you aren't totally submitted, you CAN'T be a Proverbs 31 (in her essence). There is no other way to achieve such a high standard...these aren't merely acts of the flesh but multiple manifestations of the fruit of the Spirit. This is why so many women fall short. It's not just in the actions, it's a matter of the heart and spirit. All those traits can come once we've fully submitted our hearts to God and His will in total REVERENCE.

Her character glorifies God. Her day to day life is a worship to Him...even in her smallest actions, the character of God can be seen. That is powerful. Sisters, we have a MIGHTY position in the Lord. If we get this thing right...we'll be turning this world upside down.

Gee, I have so much to work on! But I'm excited about it!

p.s. please feel free to respond, add on, etc.!

The List:

Trustworthy

Faithful

LOVING

Hard Worker/works eagerly /with delight!(even when no one is working)

Her presence is a blessing

Well respected

Diligent

Has integrity

rises early to work

Gives

Invests, Builds up

Strong from her love

Compassionate & Generous (to all needy)

A woman of QUALITY

Prepared

Confident & Regal (not cocky, not insecure)

Business minded

Prosperous

Wise

Intelligent

Always mindful of others/doing for others

Secure!

Kind

Supportive

STRONG

Keeps her house/maintains the atmosphere of her home…she regularly contributes

She’s aware/in-tune with the needs/people of her household

She is a starter AND a finisher

Well balanced

She respects what she has (her home, her family, her things)

Productive

Independent yet submissive! (she can handle her own)

She is not solely a wife, but a woman of God in her own right (Her identity is in the Lord)

She is an exceptional wife and mother & fulfills those roles wholeheartedly

She brings her husband honor

She is as royalty, she carries herself well

Optimistic/looks forward to the future

She speaks the Word

She makes the most out of her opportunities

She makes her husband to feel content- her actions remind him regularly that she is his blessing

Humble (though everyone praises her, she never needs to praise herself because…)

HER WORKS PRAISE HER

Nurturing

Makes everyone feel special/she is inclusive (her home, her servants, other workers i.e. merchants)

Rational (thoughtful)

She has a merry countenance (she makes the people around her happy)

Generous

She is good at managing her money (hello!)

She knows her worth and the value of the work she does

She does not lag or procrastinate but is instant

She is kind/meek in her words and speaks with purpose

Thank God for being a woman :)

love, compassion, royalty

Qu3eN

Return of the QUEEN

Hellooooooooo!!
I know, most of you thought I fell off the face of the earth. Au Contraire!
I am here...it's been SO LONG! My entire LIFE has changed! SO MUCH HAS HAPPENED!

But instead of going backwards, I plan to move FORWARD and fill you in on tidbits here and there along the way. What say we re-start this journey together, yes?

God is AWESOME, you are amazing, and you are LOVED!

Love, Compassion, Royalty

Qu3eN G

They said her name was favor...

something i wrote a couple years ago for church about the story of Hannah


They said her name means Favor




They said her name means Favor. That’s what you had for her Lord. Favor, meaning defeat for my enemies. Favor, meaning with it victory and I are inseparable. To have favor with you, oh Lord. To know that when my tears fall, they fall where you can catch them; that they will flow into a river… and once I climb over tribulation and reach to touch the glory you grant me; that there flow that river that will reflect every time my head hung low and you lifted up my eyes. To know that when my heart aches, that is when you hold me tightest in your arms. To know that when I am breaking, the pieces of me fall in your hands…and you rebuild me. To know that my cries and calling float past this world and directly into your ears, with no detour. To know that even in being empty, I am ever full. Favor, To know that when you hear my voice, you listen…because you know me, because I am one of yours, because when I cry daddy you know its your child calling for you.



They said her name means favor. And at night as she wept and prayed and called you, almost with every breath, and every tear; through blurred eyes looked up to you…she didn’t lose faith. She cried only because she hurt, not because she didn’t believe. She knew who you were. Because you knew who she was. Because she lived for you, so you put life in her. And as her enemies mocked and laughed and claimed the impossible, up went her devotion to you. With every malicious remark made, two more prayers that almost silently left her lips were sent to you. She didn’t cease praying, she didn’t stop believing, she persistently asked for the gift you would bless her with, because she knew you never stopped hearing her. Everything her heart had, she gave to you…because everything she needed you gave to her. And when the world thought the pain was her demise, when the world thought she whispered her desires to you in vain…you showed them the excellence of the God she served with a son that she called the name of God.



They said her name means favor. And she knew what you would do, she knew what favor meant. So when she got off of her knees, sore from talking with you, when she promised to give you the best of whatever you gave to her, when she said your will be done, she got up knowing that it was already done. She needed not to anguish anymore because she understood the God she served. The words that left her lips and the blood that flowed through her veins and hope her heart had came from you. To know that with you, her spirit can rest. To know that she didn’t just live her life, she lived and died with you.



They said her name means favor. And when I pray to you, I’ll think of her. And maybe one day my name will mean favor, too.

love, compassion, royalty


Qu3eN G

Generation US

generation US, remember, you will have to look at your reflection in the turbulent seas that rattle beneath your feet. how long before you realize the news story is your reality? you don’t breathe your own air, exhale something other than a carbon-dioxide and stale oxygen cocktail? downcast eyes and a sigh of pity will no longer be a sufficient response to self inflicted genocide. you are more than yourself; every piece that compiles the essence that is you, is product of some source investing into your existence...the cells in your dermis the blood gliding in your veins, even the soul that sits within you was given to you for purpose, to BORROW...humanity is calling for you to give it back now. generation US, the sky is falling and it shatters in your sleep, uncover your rose colored eyes and wake up. God is telling US generation WE is at hand. Selah

your last poem

this is a piece inspired by the movie for colored girls...and personal experiences. please, take back your love. its worth so much. and receive the love of Jesus...it is the purest love to exist!

YOUR LAST POEM
by Qu3eN G

and this will be the last soul song

dedicated to deception

that seeps from your rotten tongue

its odor pungent to my heart strings

cringing at the smell and sound of your

death

the lies

lying readily in your toungue, escaping from the crevices of your tastebuds

shimmying up the ladder of your throat, crawling up from the cracks of your

concrete filled chest cavity, split like brooklyn's cracks

and decade old dried spit at brim of its splits

you must be immune to its poison to let it leak so carelessly

responsive as clockwork, tick tock knock

uh, time tapping on heart but i remain moveless

used to this

death

of your lies

today, this will be the last of it

i, i have a good mind rip off your lips and lasserate your tongue

like it's mutilated my ears with your

rottenness

but the lips are merely the tips of the fist that has pounded me

pounded us

beaten beaten beaten us

it may not have been a fist to my cheek

but i felt balled up fingers and steel wrist

play xylophone on my uterus

smash crashing my womanhood

notes leaving signatures

as they flow through me

even before you lay a finger

your words so evil

i am tired of painting pictures

in the blackness of closed lids

saying its not who you are its just what you did

but what you do repeatedly is who you are

your redundancy

flashplayback

through you i see, i can tell your battle cry before even the threat of war

takes precedency

i know you as much as you don't know me

this is the last of it

 don't you ever tell me that you love me

the day your sorry emptiness tries to pollute my lungs

with the destruction you breed,

cloaking your dagger with a love seed,

i hope you choke on it.

you don't know what love means.

you, don't know, what i mean

you don't know me. you never knew me. you don't know me

you don't know i seep through your window with the trickle of sun light

or whipser in your ear through headphones filled with the rhythm that only tries to mimic the magic in my voice

you don't know

when i begged you to start treating my like the extraction of your skeletal structure that i am you were hearing the real syphony

or when i begged you to stop surgically removing my dignity, operating on scars that scar my memory because this flesh will follow me even after leaving the closed doors

when i begged you to cease, but your ego so loudly screamed over your humanity that you blocked out my pleas of please, don't, i can't

that those words opposing my new bad dream was the original music in Gods melody

that guitars try to strum to sound like the honey in my voice

you don't know i'm the dew that sits on the surface of your mothers eyes

for every you from her past that put the wrinkles in her brow and the stitches in her heart

you don't know that was her lying on her back hoping when you removed your hand from whatever was left of her purity that maybe it was a nightmare that tasted a little too much like reality? that part of her was in my body?

you don't know i'm the consistancy in your heartbeat, that's why it stutters everytime you lie to me

you don't know i'm in the very shirt you put on

except you were never worthy of my wrapping because this gift wasn't for you

you don't know i'm the melanin in your skin

the revelation in your reflection, the part of you that is so beautiful you don't even deserve to be

you don't know that's me?

you don't know me becaue you don't know yourself

don't you ever tell me you love me

even as a friend

because demons who lay in hell

treat me better than your sorry lies did

least i know their mission is to break me

but broken i will not be

this is the last of anything inspired by you

any anyone like you

any thing posing in the shell of a man

but contents reek of inadequacy

for the death of your attempts to keep me confined to hours between sunset

i'm sorries

and sunrises

i love you

in taking her out

i missed you

and laying me out

i didn't mean it

in making me nauseous at the person i had become

i respect you

in compromising roses for day old dandelions

my bouqet reaches far past your fingertips

your jagged lips

and your eyes that never tell anything but disillusionments and fabrications

for watching you hurt me, and take away what i will never get back

for hearing my strength leave my body with every scream made silence

for every moment i wanted to step on your chest and reclaim myself, but

ended up accepting our demented agreement because i couldn't accept what i'd become

for looking at the monster that reached up from out of your belly

and told me i liked your violation because you coulnd't come to terms with being terminated

and your emotions were too delicate to realize you were unwanted

for being tangled in the stings attached to a hollow boy, wondering why

when i knocked at your heart all i could hear was an echo

for laying there, waiting for you to finish taking that last bit of my body

since you had forcefully taken everything i had left, including my self respect

for me walking away excusing you, pardoning you for your sins

and yet being even more blessed than most

this. is the very last thing you will get from me.

for my love is too purely beautiful, so painfully astronomical, so tremendously epic,

too perfectly endless, to be thrown back in my face

even though i want to hate you

i cannot

because even though i never loved

barely liked you

i must thank the lessons you tattooed on my wounds

i see them, and i see who i'm meant to be

though you are sorry

though you always say sory

though deception seeps from your rotten tongue

its odor pungent to my heart strings

i am not sorry

i am everything you never deserved

everything you could never be

i am a child of the most divine divinity

rebirthed with a crown that coils with the kinks of my regality

i am over you

because i am floating

i am flying

on the wings of every healed heart, every broken woman

every soul that knows the song of i'm sorry

and wrote a new one despite it

those of us who rise like warm colors in swift wind

every woman, woman enough to be woman, in the face of shattered life

so don't you ever, ever, ever say you love me

don't let that lie slip from your torrid lips

because i love me

 i love my love

i found it sitting at the end of my tainted rainbow

holding hands with some colored girls

one for every shade of strength


love, compassion, royalty
Qu3eN G