Be free

Many times we barely even spoke. We would sit across from each other and be immersed in thought. The sounds in the house, the cars outside, sometimes even the birds as they flew by. Our worlds are so different, but connected by blood. I see me in you and hope a light will shine from above. Instead: footsteps, a voice, banging on the wall. One little sound and our attention refocused. 

Cleaning. You were always cleaning. I thought I could help, but I didn’t want to be in the way. Of course I also didn’t know what to say. I would wander off and go back to my separate world. One day I noticed something had changed. Our worlds weren’t so separate, but things were more strange. 

She was gone. The hurt that we felt couldn’t be explained to anyone else. The searching, the tears, the unknown. Everything that happened took us well past level 1. I could see it in your eyes. I could smell it on your breath. You held me in your arms and I nearly wept. 

All I yearned for, but didn’t express. I needed you more than I expected. I cherished that moment and held onto it for so long. I wish it happened sooner before our time was gone. 

Love has no boundaries, but it resounds. Let the time continue to heal wounds, don’t lose the progress you’ve gained. I believe in you and forgive you for your mistakes. 
-Jay 🎈

Black boy

Poor black boy. They don’t even know who you are.

The color of your skin,

What they see in their eyes.
Judge, persecute, betray- then repeat.

They don’t know you, but they already hate you.
Poor black boy.

I am the mother of one.

I want to love you up,

Forever and more.
I can’t even write this without fear.

Tears, hurt, anger…everything rolled into one.
Poor black boy.

You aren’t the only one.

I teach you everyday,

Instill in you the values that the media takes away.
You are our future, yet endangered.

I wish I could tell each of you how great you are.

Regardless of your “IQ” or “IEP” you are the one with the strength to move nations.
Poor black boy.

I love you, but God loves you more.

Keep the faith

A few years ago I got a tattoo on my wrist that simply says faith. This particular tattoo is a constant reminder of what I need to focus on. A minister once said, “Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.” (Let that sink in.)

I’ve been going through a lot in terms of work and all that good stuff, but I received a comforting message from an angel in disguise. As I stood hearing the message I almost cried.

There I was standing in front of my car trying to clean my windshield and a man standing in front of a large truck called out to me. “Hey! When you’re done over there can you come do all of this?” All I could do was chuckle. In my head I was thinking: 1. Why is someone trying to have a conversation with me this early in the morning. 2. Do I know you? 3. He can’t be serious, but I’ll play along. 

Me: Uh, no thanks. Not unless you’re hiring full-time. No part-time, on-call, or as needed. I have this one to worry about and another one.

Guy: I’m sure what you’re looking for is out there. Be patient, it will happen. 

Me: (jaw drops) Huh?

Guy: It will happen. You’re doing everything you need to do. 

Me: Yeah…I know. 

Guy: With the new government, you never know the opportunities that will be available either. 

Me: I don’t know if I have faith in the government, but we’ll see. (Finished cleaning windshields.)

Guy: Take care of yourself. 

Me: Thank you, you too. 

This man came from out the blue and he spoke to my soul and told me exactly what I needed to hear! If you’re going through anything KEEP THE FAITH! God always comes through.