Still I Rise...

BEAUTIFUL & BOLD

Battered and bruised, still I rise

Broken, torn and beaten, still I rise 

Rise I can and rise I will because even amidst my circumstance I am not its product and neither am I its victim.

Like oceans deep and tides wide, I rise like crashing waves.

Like gravel set on ground and destined for trampling, like dust I rise.

With terror and fear handed as gifts, like a breaking dawn so wondrously clear, still I rise. 

I am uprooted from pain and gloom and like a shooting star I continue to rise.

They have laughed, they have scorned, tried to shoot me with their words and cut me with their hate but like the air, I continue to rise.

A platform had been set, a ramp prepared and an engine fueled for a rise so majestic that many gaze in awe.

I am bold, I am beautiful, I am black, I am brave and all I have ever known is to rise. 

Rise to leaps and bounds unmatched, destinations undiscovered and breaths unfathomable.

CONTENTMENT

I soar on eagles wings, uplifted and carried by my Redeemer.

I have no fear, no shame and no limitations.

I rise higher than birds.

I am blessed, blessed beyond measure nor imagination.

I am strong, strengthened in meekness.

I rise up unafraid.

I am a queen inaugurated to a throne

A throne not set on mortar nor clay

I rise and remain risen.

-I am Pam, The Nubian Goddess, An African Woman of Substance-

Reflections of a Queen

INNATE MIRROR

Queen, for too long you have viewed yourself through the social mirror, measuring your outputs on baselines set by the universe, not that the universe is entirely to be blamed as this disposition has been a function of your decisions and not your condition.

Queen, you have been battered and bruised from preconditions and built in paradigms. You have put yourself under pressure where there has been no pressure at all. You have seen scars where there have been none, scrubbed where there was no dirt and repaired where there was never any damage.

You have longed for things your soul never desired, set pinnacles your inner sense could not relate to, ran a race which was never marked for you and entangled yourself in judgement which was never true. Truth is, for too long you have tried to fit in where there was never any space for you.

Queen, it is time to shatter this deceitful mirror which has given an obscured view for far too long. It is time to take the shards and build an innate mirror. One which speaks to your true self, one which reflects your subtle beauty and sophisticated strength. One which gives view of predestined destinies coming to fruition.

Queen, it is time to see the lioness in you. To cease the moment and say I am who I am, I am strong, bold and beautiful. I am wonderfully and fearfully made. I am worth more than rubies, I am that Proverbs woman and more. I am not a trend but a legacy, I am not my feelings nor moods but an empress in touch with her inner soul and identity.

Phakama Mbokodo, iXhesha Lifikile - Rise Precious Gem, Your Time Has Come!

QUEEN, UNPACK THAT BAGGAGE 

-I am Pam, the Nubian Goddess, An African Woman of Substance-