The spiritual assassin lived in the shadows just beyond the light
Silently taking down demonic predators of positive energy, she chose this life
Powerful prayers of peace perforated their souls
A rogue of sorts
Protected by God’s strongest archangels she bent those that berated the beloved ones with silver bullets of karmic retribution
Karma was her mama
Well taught she was and not quite clear of sin she balanced light and dark
The spiritual assassin lived in the shadows just beyond the light
British born R&B leaked from the speakers as I laced up my sneakers to step out with you.
The resurrection of her heart was a sight to behold.
Here I am new page, new stage
The day begins just as it ended
Slow creep
Sunbeams peep through the blinds as we make time to align
Connected
Here we are new page, new stage
The night ends just as it began
No sleep
Moonlight illuminated our bodies as we made time to intertwine
Here you are new page, new stage
The days and nights seem infinite
Slow steep
Dear reflection
If there was an election
I would cast my vote for you
The way you love me is presidental, monumental
Deep diving in love songs you play just for me
Self love, my favorite glove protecting me inside and out
Dear reflection
If there was an election
I would cast my vote for you
Love, Yourself
The glass splintered in a symphony of bells
Beautiful Breakups
Never to be put back together
One shot is all you’ve got
No turning back the clock
Shards of yesterday rest on the floor of forever in the present moment
No use crying over… spilled anything really
Amongst the shattered glass sparkling like diamonds lay your lessons learned your blesssings earned
Cash those blessings in for something more resilient next time
Beautiful Breakups
No use in making up
Sometimes our lives need shaking up
Beautiful Breakups
Woman I miss you around the holidays
I was thinking of that last Christmas
I don’t beat myself up anymore
Now I focus on time spent
Quality over Quantity
But Woman, I am missing you
Slightly out of alignment I cry, then sigh, and release it
Ugggghhhhh
Damn I miss you
You were my tradition
Too cool for Santa you waited on Kwanzaa
I don’t ask to be gifted you anymore it creeps them out and Santa doesn’t give out dead aunties anyway
I know that made you laugh
Woman I miss you
You were from my planet
Damn it
These earthlings and their holidays
Woman I miss you
I feel you reminding me that we are still quite connected
We are connected *smiles
Losing you on this earthly plane forced my soul to grow
Gratitude
But damn right now, human me misses human you
Woman I miss you
Writer’s Note: Amanayea J. Abraham was/is unconditional love. She pulled up for her community in way that was real- in a way that was healing. I hope to tell you more about her one day.
Unconditional love is the salve this holiday and every day. Hold on to what’s real to you, what feels good to you.
All that otha shit can git. *extra southern voice
https://www.sun-sentinel.com/news/fl-xpm-2005-12-26-0512250087-story.html
