by Jalica
(Mobile)
I see many things "through the looking glass", especially since I have grown through disappointments in life.
I was never quite prepared for more of the same, the infidels who played ugly games.
I was used to abuse in many forms, coveted by status from shore to shore.
Adjusted to one color of eyes that was the boss and nothing more...
I learned to be second, and to be gracious and proud, even, if I was put last in sitting in the crowd.
No one told me about the color of skin, not like I learned on this southern ground....
And indifference that was greater by far, so much apart of the south...
Through the "looking glass" I did see, the image that was staring at me...
For I was different this I knew, but because I believed that the outside of me what not a true reflection that others would see...
I learned the beauty is within the soul, and this is because the Spirit told me so!
Through the years and overtime, I became the Widow to Be, written off by human beings who stare, apart of the Crystal held in God's hands!
This is Beautiful by: Fatimah Musa
Jalica,
This is so beautiful.
Thank you.
Longing and Hoping by Jalica
When in doubt as it has been said, say the things that are "truth" instead for this one will find, the world is unkind, but through these eyes one will see my heart is like the bumble bee. It busy itself to strive to live, to love what beauty there is.
I know as I came to this place, that allows expression seeking "grace" I can be just a one of ten, and be counted like other men.
For this Fatimah, I Thank You from the heart that searches above hoping there is a place for me as I wait to be free.
When one dies within the heart, there is a place that the "Spirit" blesses us, it's when we come to a road of life, and our earnest to touch the infinite "wisdom" and knowledge to equate, there is "hope" in a world that moves, in directions other than self, to reach and live with out.
Blessings