It’s time to be “Young on Fire”!

 

When I started this blog, I made it very clear to express that this platform was the start of my beginning. I’m 7 months into this journey and I can’t even believe what is has become and how I’ve gotten so much accomplished. I may not be where I want to be or aspire to be but you best be sure that I’m on my way and I’m sprinting towards it. Spoken Visions started off being a poetry only blog and has slowly made it’s way to passion features and completely faith-based material. This transition is a result of the intimate relationship I’ve built with God and the part I realize I play to drawing people to His kingdom. If you are a newcomer to this blog I would encourage you to navigate around my page to get a sense of where my heart is and why I do this but in brief I’m a girl who loves God, has a passion for poetry and creating and is destined to raise up a generation of youth who love God proudly, passionately and fiercely.

…This brings me to what this post is to be about, it’s time to be on fire for Christ! Last weekend from June 30 – July 3rd, I was at a conference that Campus Rush hosted called Young on Fire. It was an intense 4 day event in Ottawa full of worship, the holy ghost, motivation, revelation, tears, deliverance, anointing and FIRE! I have never been in an atmosphere so concentrated by a love for Jesus and His holy spirit. Leading up to this conference God has been stirring up a lot in me, leading me towards my calling, planting ideas and allowing me to create. I’ve personally had the fire come over me for about month now and I have no intention of letting it die out! I do however, have all intention of letting it spread wildly all across this nation!

The only way I can explain what being on fire for Christ means, looks like and the impact and difference it will make on our world is for me to express it in poetry! So I present a poem like blog post!

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Honour Thy Mother

Happy Mother’s Day to every mother who has ever lived. We honour you. This post is dedicated to my mother, who has built, raised and held this family together by herself for all these years.

By the end of my life cycle I will probably be able to name many women who have been ‘motherly figures’ to me throughout my life. Who have guided me, loved me, opened their homes, hearts and lives to me, just to see me grow. The woman you call mom didn’t necessarily have to give birth to you but regardless of your circumstance, on a day like today we honour all of these women who have and will continue to sacrifice, who they are and what they have so that we can have a better life.

It took me about 18 years to finally realize that, “a better life” was the intent my mother had for raising me. Harsh tones, strict rules and discipline were what I couldn’t see passed for awhile. Growing up people tell you “you’ll understand when you’re older” and that was the case for me. As you grow older, friendships start to get messy and dissolve faster than ever, you start to enter the “real world” where people don’t care too much if you burn yourself eating soup or go out with ashy hands and coal in your eyes. I grew up to finally learn that in every conflict, hard time and low point there were two things that remained constant, God of course and my mother. I never appreciated her input for most of my life because I had that bratty attitude which came with that one back-talk line “You just don’t understand me”.  To this day, I don’t listen to everything she says to me and our phone calls sometimes end shorter than they should but I’ve grown to realize  that there is nobody looking out for you more or better than your mother. You may not be able to see it right now to appreciate it but I hope you do before it’s too late. Show some honour to all the mothers in your life today.

All the single mothers
Now put your hands up!
A huge thank you to the single mothers, who I wouldn’t consider are playing both parts but who in my opinion are completely dominating at being the best mothers they can be.

Mother, you had and will forever have the responsibility of raising me but I will always have the responsibility of honouring you. Thank you for all you do.

A poem dedicated to my mother.

I wonder if she hears it in my voice
Can she sense my distress miles away
Even when I neglect her questions and redirect her attention
When I underplay my emotions
And distance myself from affection
Does my voice shake
Can she feel the tremble in my hands over the phone and reach out to hold me
Only to realize she’s alone
But, it scares her more to think I’m just as lonely
In the night when I wake in terror, do her nightmares mimic mine
She lies awake at night
Wondering if my pillow softly caresses my head                                                                         If my back, curves into my bed
She lies awake at night
Not knowing if tomorrow she can still love me alive
Tomorrow is only a day away but in that day
Her hand no longer guides me across crosswalks
Defends my misconduct
Feeds me
Clothes me
Leads me
Makes sacrifices to support me
Tomorrow is only a day away but in that day
This world can lead me astray
Grow me up faster than it took her to raise me
Day after day, I grew up without her permission
While she was latched to the feeling of awe watching my first steps
I soon began to run
Too fast for her to chase
Grew too big for her to carry
I’m sorry, that tomorrow came so early

 

 

 

Unapologetically Black and Poetic

Sometimes I feel like I fall into the black female stereotype a little too often. I don’t mean to and I don’t mean not to. I’m loud, bossy, I clap my hands sometimes, (only because it’s the scarborough coming out) and I have opinions that are usually visible on my face. But, I feel that without my permission, especially in public settings, I can be placed under the loud black girl with an attitude label. I definelty won’t deny that this label exists and that there are black women who fall under it but it’s frustrating that as a whole, black females are generally represented this way. With any stereotype comes the distortion of reality and truth. Every black girl is not the same, just upon a first glance don’t assume that’s the case. This loud, speak my mind type of confidence I have is what has greatly contributed to my character and how I express my creativity and my poetry.

A friend once told me that she is always so shocked and amazed  when I perform because of how eloquent I speak. At first, I was offended, like aren’t I that articulate all the time??  I guess not, but as I began to reflect, my poetry has been that outlet where I do channel more of my serious, “intellectual” and smooth-spoken self. For the most part,  I can accredit my attitude and energy to giving my writing it’s personality, if I wasn’t as outspoken as I am in public, how could I expect to be as bold in my poetry.  When I speak, I communicate out of passion and enthusiasm, I speak to the fullness of emotions. To many it may seem ghetto or extra but I think there is a fine line that I try not to cross in terms of being disrespectful in that manner. For anybody who knows me, they know I am full of “oomph” and that translates into the liveliness I try to bring to life for myself and for others. As much as it would be ideal to distance myself from this “negative representation”, I don’t plan on it. However, I do plan to show people how unapologetically black and poetic  I am and how I won’t allow people’s perception about how black I’m being, stop me from achieving or being myself.

I hope many of you out there will find enough confidence to embrace attributes society doesn’t alway shed the best light on. Work off of your strengths and continue to work on your weaknesses, who knows how they will balance each other out! Don’t apologize for not being like everybody else, be an individual and represent yourself!