Photo Credit: Lorena Preda There was a time, when I was a child, I look through the outside of my window, as I watch different ethnic skin tone children, playing—happily: when I felt lonely, scared, when I felt void, when I felt I had no father's presence, in my home, to guide me rightly, no one I felt, that cares for me: I created thoughts, that one day, I will have a playmate like them that was kind, loving, compassionate, that sees me, the soul, and our friendship was not a demand, a command, but embraces my flaws And know it’s okay to just be me: Then when I grew up each day, I began to see, the genius of the minds, how complex, different, the world, life, could be: how so many things I needed to know, to grow, to succeed, that there were things, set in place, to let me know, there were boundaries, that the beautiful and great dream, I seek, was vast, larger, somewhat intense, calm, like the ocean, very deep: There was a time, I found women who appear so brilliant, beautiful, royal, carefree, fierce, wise, exciting, and colorful, that I admired, wish to be amongst, although I could not see, their hearts, and the minds of these ladies I saw their friends and their friends, was not me: There were, also a time, I found men, so handsome, mighty, strong, and I wish, at least, one would notice me, but that was the little girl inside of me missing her father--missing her true daddy looking out to those who may not be compassionate, respectful, healthy kind; 'to wisdom the little girl speak: but I never thought about the danger of loving, a soul, who was there to conquer with motive that I disagree: that may hurt the sacred part of me, that their presence may bring joy, shame or frighten, or humble me: may give insights, life lessons, that may take me further, create more trauma to the mind, to know life at times can be 'surreal,' that at times, will make me dream or weep: will make me look at my self-reflection, that had me, questioning, ‘why am I here, questioning, my own sanity: like, 'Does my needs, have a divine purpose, to uplift humanity, raise the bar level of my own dreams?" "Am I, strong enough like the women I see?" to free us all, from chains that sabotage our progress, and leave us with a victim mentality, to keep each one of us in captivity?" ‘Does my needs help me to clothe the soul-mind, in regal brilliancy?' rise above, the selfish motives and hypocrisy: ‘Does my needs, change those things I feel within, that disturb the mind, that may have hindered my love ones and I, progress, to reach a place of great jubilee? "that is far greater, than the reflection, that is standing in front of me, amongst the many shades of colors, that wish the best for us all, that has paved the way, surely for me: I stand in the mirror, commanding myself, to dream the impossibilities, for those who needed hope, for those who gave us hope that we can succeed; I reflect on, the motto, that holds the creed, 'Out of Many One people,' and the proverb, 'I Have A Dream,' I still believe!' © 2023 Empress Journee
