Not a Poem, Not An Introduction… This is My Proclamation.

cropped-cropped-photos-library.jpg“I’m just a soul whose intentions are good. Oh Lord, please don’t let me be misunderstood”- Nina Simone

 

We are all driven by something. Our essence thrives because of this thing.
That one thing gives “passion” meaning.
It brings awareness to the beating of your heart.
The thing that you have found life in.
Makes the air that fills your lungs feel different.
Laughter tastes different.
What is that thing for you?
Crack open the shell that hosts your soul and search deep within.
Remove the labels, strip yourself bare of all things socially constructed.
Dig deep.
Have you made it to the core of your being?
Have you found the divine nature of all that you are yet?
Good.
Now tell me what it looks like. That thing.
That driving force.
The drum of your heart beat.
The skeletal system that holds you together.
This is your purpose.
This is your glory.
The thing that gives your life substance.
Take hold of it and nurture it.
Water this seed.
And grow into all that you were destined to be before this world told you all that you should be.
This thing. Your purpose.
Needs no-one else’s permission to grow. It belongs to you. And you alone.
Be true to it.
Allow it to make a home out of you. And you out of it.
Grow into it and allow it to consume all that you thought you were.
Your glory is powerful.
It is yours and yours alone and no one can take that from you even if they tried.
And believe me they will try.
Again and again.
They will try to steal your purpose
And it will feel like shackles have been placed on your freedom.
But know that you are almighty and nothing can take away that fire.
They will tell you to settle down. To sit and be like sheep.
They will tell you to question nothing, accept everything.
They will tell you to get that college degree and send you on a wild goose chase.
They will wave dollar signs in your face like a mule with a carrot.
They will have you searching for a job that doesn’t exist.
Listen.
What good would it be for a man to gain the whole world for the price of his soul?
Take heed or you will soon see that your soul has been sold to the highest bidder.
Corporate America.
Be true to your passion.
Be true to your calling.
Embrace the raging fire inside you.
Own everything that makes your heart beat.
Don’t let this world silence your drum.
You dance. And you march to that mothafucka no matter who tries to stop you.
You… are all soul whose intentions are good.
Yes. You will be misunderstood.
But stand up for your truth,
Or stumble and fall for every lie this world will tell you.

 

-DeMarie