Melanin Strong...

She is mother earth,
she is the black girl,
crude beauty,
dripping melanin and honey

Spreading out in shades,
of dark chocolate,
to white gold,
to deep bronze with
caramel topping
and oh.. that glow
there is nothing
quite like it.
there is no one 
on this earth,
judged as much
as the black girl,
she's too fat, too thick
too short, too tall,
she's too loud, too weak
and oh.. the way she talks...
Damn it!.
Its just the way she talks..
just because its not your lingo,
or doesn't confine her in a box,
its doesn't fit in the status quo..
so what if she laughs out loud,
and is not afraid to speak her mind?
and when she stands out of the crowd,
you call it pride.
how can you like,
 what you cant control?

Beautiful black girl,
earth strong,
losing herself,
to skin toners,
plastic surgeries,
and hair relaxers,
all to fit in and  find beauty 
in herself again,
beauty that was always there,
but she was just too broken to see

She is melanin strong,
raising that child,
and working that job,
from nine to five,
pleasing that man,
and all with a smile,
the most radiant  of all.

What it takes,
to put that hair in place,
thick black nappy curly,
stubborn strands of beauty..
and those lips,
once an object of mockery,
now being bought,
paid for with hard money,
ain't that funny?

Ain't it funny ?
how the qualities,
of the black girl,
cost so much more 
than she who possesses them?
those breasts, those hips
that body,
thick and heavenly,
covered evenly,
in sparkly gold dust,
and every single inch
dripping melanin and honey..

Does it really matter her age?
be it 20,40, or 60
that beauty cant ever fade,
and every line on  that face,
tells a story,  a treasure,
you cant replace.

She is melanin strong,
mother earth,
the black girl,
she doesn't only look different,
she is different.
every lock of hair,
every inch of flesh,
every scar, or stretch mark,
is beauty and strength,
appreciate her or not,
she is enough.
she is melanin strong. 


Hey Darlings,
    I am writing this to show my allegiance to my sisters all over the world. I find that not only are we not appreciated by the world, we are not appreciated by one another. Every black woman is beautiful in her own distinct way, and I believe we need to  actually start believing it. The problem we have lies in letting the media decide and define what beauty is, and the standards there of, which are quite frankly impossible and unreal. They are succeeding in making us so uncomfortable in our own skin and our bodies that girls are paying so much money to buy the bodies that the media defines as real beauty. So what if your tummy is not flat enough, your complexion is not light enough, or your nose is not slim enough, your breasts are not peeping through the neck of your dresses, put a sock in it or get one of those super foamy bras and get on with it, your butt is not hitting things down when you are passing through a market place? SO WHAT? In a world of Kardashian's , Black chyna's,Amber rose's and Nicki minaj's ,we need the Oprah's, the Viola's, Maya angelou's, Clara brown's, Chimamanda's, Mo abudu's.. ( cant even keep count) point is, girls,stand up and be worth more than your figure, or physical attributes,Be better than the Instagram twerkers, and more importantly, appreciate one another, build each other up instead. Now there is a force that the world could use. Just imagine the grounds that could be broken...
To my black brothers, if you have a beautiful woman by your side , you are not appreciating her, you are not empowering her, you are not encouraging her, please I ask you.. what are you doing?

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WITH ALL MY HEART,
PAMELA.

NO WORDS

There are simply no words,

To explain how I feel

No words can express my hurt

Or make the pain less real.

I love to sit and stare,

As the sky turns blue.

Imagining how very rare,

It is to find such a fool.

The fool I had been at a time,

When I thought you really cared,

When I thought your heart was mine,

And I had conquered fear.

Words can never express,

How far i could have gone.

Fear of losing you made me restless,

And my foolishness was next to none.

I could walk a thousand miles,

Searching for the curse,

That made me fall for your lies:

So easily, you didn’t even have to force.

I can try to explain,

At Least give it a shot,

Loving you was a loss I can never regain,

The pain can never be put into words.

The pain might have been outrageous

But the relief is even more extreme

To have broken free from chains so hideous

I wonder how much worse it could have been.

Here I am at the end of the road,

Standing in the shadows.

Choosing to drop this heavy load,

Hoping for a pot of gold ,

at the end of this rainbow.

I have come to realize that,

You were no good for me.

I mean how could two work together

Except they agree?

You were like darkness,

illuminating my pain.

Killing every light I try to harness,

Stealing what could have been my gain.

I don't hate you,

In fact I wish you well.

But no words can make me the fool,

I became the moment i fell.

Hey guys,
 I know its been a minute ,and  I apologize.. been working on a lot of  stuff ..from time to time posts won't be as consistent as I would prefer  but purple notes is here to stay best believe that. 
   Anyway lets get to the post on ground now, NO WORDS .. again, I am not speaking to / about any one in particular. Its just something I wrote give or take , 2 years ago.. Everyone can relate to it , at least a majority of people. Some people claim to be too strong , or too tough, or impenetrable but I find that  LOVE always has a way of breaking down walls and bringing even the toughest of hearts to its very knees doesn't it? what I can say however is that, heart breaks are mostly inevitable. no matter how tough and calculated  a person might be, and it isn't always a sign of weakness. Some more than others actually learn from it, get out wiser and stronger, and others well, become enslaved  and fall prey to hunters from the past. Either ways, we can all relate to the piece. Purple notes wishes you all the best of luck in your marriages, and relationships... and to those who were once fools for love, cheers.. because once beaten , twice shy. when you find love again, you might not have the perfect  handout of what it should be like but at least you know what it shouldn't. some people have that lesson locked and loaded, and others prefer to learn it over and over.. either ways, again... purple notes wishes you good luck!  I am no expert at love, or relationships, but I know that happiness is around the corner, for every man who wishes it, and is willing to fight for it.

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WITH ALL MY HEART,
PAMELA!