"Almost Extinct"

She rises early 

To make her bread....

And stays up late, 

To clear her head.....

She knows her way

Doesn't need a guide.....

Wont go back to any

That left her side.......

She has many friends 

Although some unworthy......

Shakes plenty of hands

even those undeserving.......

With a smile on her face

No how's and no why's......

She handles her business 

With her eyes on the prize.......

She raises her children 

With all that she has.......

She puts family first

And still gives them her last .......

An average woman 

She never could be.......... 

If you see her, better grab her

She's almost extinct..........

"Painful Immunity"

The warm tears

So badly burn as they reach the top of my lip. 

Still untouched. I let them sit

Like an endless time-out after torture. 

Silent treatment, to one who can't hear. 

But I'm still here, and I hear. 

My heart pulled from its womb, 

of my mind..... Only my mind. 

Grateful I've only loved with my mind. 

Painful immunity every time.

"100% Mixed"

Mixed comes in all skin colors, hair textures, eye colors and walks and talks of life. You will never be able to create one model or mold of what we should all look like. Never believe that you're not light enough, you're not dark enough, your hair is not curly or straight enough,. "Our looks do not define us. They don't now, and they never will"

"Through our existence, people that once never associated will associate. Cultures, traditions, and religions, that never crossed will intertwine. Multiple languages will be heard in one household at the same time. It is our existence that can bridge the gaps of racism, hatred and ignorance. Our existence and determination to accept all that we are all of the time, never in shame but with our heads held high. A pride within us, that will not be tainted. To be one, to be many, to be parts of, to be whole. We are one hundred percent mixed and proud. We should never feel like we have to add to or reject any parts of the core of who we are. 

Author Sonia Olivia Williams on behalf of www.ogmixedgirls.com 

"Dark Promises"

I promise you a lack of sleep, 

No permission to be tired. 

Anxiety after we meet, 

The worry keeps you wired. 

The quietness, while the house 

rests, 

But your thoughts have all arrived.

The daily tasks, obstacles and tests,

That keep you sleep deprived. 

I promise you, only the moon, 

Is what the darkness said. 

You try to leave me way too soon, 

How dare you go to bed. 

And every promise darkness made, 

Has finally come to light, 

The sun shines through my window pane, 

But we'll meet again tonight.

"Birds are Really Free"

I was looking at a flock of birds today admiring the way that they stay together so in sync; even through numerous conditions of weather and failing circumstance. But I also noticed that there were several stragglers amongst the bunch. It reminded me of the similarities with people , with loyalty and even disloyalty of the most absolutes. Reminding me of the many human stragglers. And it teased me into believing that there will always be those that stick with us and go in our direction so willingly and faithfully. And there will always be those that insist on going in their own direction not seeing the benefit to all in the unity. One thing that I noticed with the birds though, is that not one bird goes back for the bird that doesn't want to go. The one that threatens to break the unity. They let them go in their own direction. from the outside looking in; it appears the birds don't skip a beat either. They just keep flying higher with such determination. Maintaining the posture to get to where they need to be. They make it to their destination never wondering, never regretful and never feeling guilty for that one that wanted to leave. Birds are really free.

"Why I Write"

My heart maintains the fury of my mind and it's worry. 

Knowing neither will desert me, 

I use courage I can't bury. 

With a spiritual energy, 

Of strength and such position.

I can float above the misery,

With a focus on my mission.

With pen in hand I write, 

My words are overflowing.

The messages escaped,

I won't leave the world unknowing.

I must fulfill my calling, 

Many messages to deliver.

There were times I felt like falling,

But was caught by pen and paper.

As I wait for time of peace,

Some hearts will come to mend.

Possibly because of me, 

Other hands will find their pen.

"Flexible Quotes"

"That which does not kill us, makes us stronger" 

I read the quote, and begin to ponder....

The paralyzed one, doesn't feel more strong.... 

The life sentenced one, not stronger- just gone....

The victimized one, still frail and weak.....,

And the creative one, tweaks the words that he speaks, 

To make us think, 

What he wants us to think..................

Can't we think...

Or do we need a quote to be sure? 

A flexible quote, ever changing, never changing...... 

Can't we think for ourselves.... Anymore?