Don’t Look Back


Run for your life. If you can’t run – speed-walk….either way, you need to get a move on…and do it quickly. In the military we would say “At a Double Time, March,” which meant to pick up the pace, or start running.

But speaking of running…are we tired yet?

Sick Call

I haven’t been feeling well…. I do believe I’m sick, I calmly asked the Doctor “Can you write me out a script?” The Doctor merely smiled, Then He looked down at His pad, He lifted up His pen to write…. These are the writs I have – For fear take two, Isaiah 41:10 Fear not for I…


We were given words  An update from deciphering Pictures on walls  Yet here we are  Years later excited  To put pictures on walls…. #poetry ©Words With Faith2017

Flower Girl 

I bring you flowers  on your special day,  Plus on days in between…. And up and down the aisle, I’ll skip as music plays  Throwing petals, Here and there Watching as they fall, Delivering unto you my friend The greatest bouquet of them all, Where is my bouquet-  I wonder…. I’m just a flower girl……

Fixing Brokenness 

Have you ever seen a glass or plate break? It’s almost like it happens in slow motion….

The pieces go everywhere. There’s some under the cabinet, some in the middle of the floor, on the rug..I don’t even want to guess how that piece ended up on the counter. The shattering of these items seems to spread all over the place and all across the room.

My Black

I was always told  My black was ugly This wasn’t by family,  To them I was pretty  Society told me- My black wasn’t beautiful,  That it was something to fear… They said I was Dirt, Mud, A tar baby, Porch monkey- They said..if you were: Lighter, Your hair straighter, Your name- Plainer Maybe then…we’ll claim…

Growing Pains

The dreaded clothes shopping..

This can either be a great thing or a horrible experience. Are we going because all that hard work in the gym paid off, or because the only thing we have left to wear are leggings, sweatpants, and the infamous elastic-waist pants?

Find My Heart

Shattered- Like broken glass  The pieces stab Grate…. Pierce- Slowly embed themselves  Into the remainder of my heart  I can remove the pieces,  Mend the heart  You though, Have a part Find me- Place the last stitch, Make it right And hold me tight,  Never let go But be mindful  I’m battered and bruised,  Scarred…