Poetry Outta Everything Blessings After Everything

Poetry Outta Everything Blessings After Everything Rainbow baby mom 🌈 | God lover and Poet 🎨 | Living with Fibromyalgia 💪 | NDE Survivor 🙌 | Inspiring others with my journey through poetry, designs, and music.

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11/06/2024

People of GOD: They had their Pharaoh, Herod, Pilate…

11/06/2024

hope one day I’ll check a box
that will check for me,
doesn’t make me think
their checks are for free.

11/06/2024

America, going forward, please choose someone who is more intelligent than you.

11/06/2024

Imagine a country burdened
by noise, by clouds of darkness,
constant, the poise
of faux freedom—
you fight to keep your voice,
your choices,
where your vote is a privilege,
a prayer, a plea—
for leaders that lack honor,
truth, who play games with thee,
all because you they don’t truly see.

seeking to cast a choice with hearts
that have endured,
entirely too much, but our faith is sure.
living in a so-called democracy said
to have stood for love,
for the people, no longer firm,
the motto, “in God we trust.”

if we really did, we’d serve the least,
not lead by lust for leadership,
campaigning for power,
we’d push for peace,
we’d clean these streets,
keep them from being covered with sheets—
the same ones on the homeless we sleep,
on our own we sleep,
just to save face overseas
in other businesses
we weep
we claim as empathy
in this war of greed.

one can only hope
when we vote
we’ll finally see a house
not driven by power,
fame, or greed,
but led by one who is for God,
’cause if you truly are,
that means you are for me.

not doing it for selfish needs,
not turned on by power, fame, or greed,
not led by a ladder or political dream,
or a sickle, till your political scheme.

hope one day I’ll check a box
that will check for me,
doesn’t make me think
their checks are for free,
where faith in my country
isn’t just valid in dream,
and policies outlined
don’t make me suck my teeth—
which you better not do in the third
grade with Mrs. Reeves,
because she was from Texas,
and though I drew on the board for her,
I put up them walls—
that’s what you do when you fear, apparently.

those we elect,
they don’t look like you and me—
they look like what they think
you and I wish to see.
a season of treacherous deeds,
is all that we do—
ads and rallies to manipulate,
I mean sway you and me,
away from the truth
of the matter, we should want
God’s light shown in every home—
a vote of faith, steps toward
trust in those who call home
buildings with domes.

hoping in them that good will rise
as hearts break like chains
that continue to pry
at this nation, where its inhabitants
are not its allies.
hoping in them that God will rise
as hearts break like chains
that continue to pry
as if we’re spiritually tied
to the time where the children of Israel died,
trying not to go back, but each time we try, they try to remind—
but Satan, get thee hence, ‘cause you are a lie!

Jehovah Jireh, our God will provide—
so as long as you are alive,
please get up, get out,
go and speak your whole mind,
‘cause I imagine if you are like me,
you too are tired of being tried.

nine twenty-four twenty-one that’s the day you left me doneI know it wasn’t your faultand I don’t blame you at allyou we...
09/24/2024

nine twenty-four twenty-one
that’s the day you left me done
I know it wasn’t your fault
and I don’t blame you at all
you were instructed not to come
and greet me, grow with
continue to keep me
as sane as
I had felt in some time
a happiness I felt I
could finally call mine
one that wanted to never let go
one that I wasn’t afraid to show
and didn’t care how
my curves could grow
I was just happy
to be privy
of your effervescence,
your glow
nine twenty-four twenty-one.
i’ll never forget that one.
This poem is an excerpt from my debut poetry collection, Jesus & Drugs: A Collection of Poetry, Prose and Lyric.
September 21, 2021, I was awaken around 4 o'clock in the morning to my water breaking prematurely – 17 weeks and 6 days to be exact. Three days later, on September 24th, I found myself having literal life taken from me.
Just as I released my first child into the hands of an all-knowing and faithful GOD and 11 months later welcomed my second child into my own, I am doing that now.
Not only am I releasing the most vulnerable pieces of my life over the past 15 years into the world today, but I am releasing fear along with it. And, as I do so, I am welcoming in a new season of blessings after everything...

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👸🏿👸🏾👸🏽👸🏼Stop eliminating BLACK women .
08/28/2024

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Stop eliminating BLACK women .

💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡On this day, 12 years ago, I stood by as my father, Ricky Diggs, was lowered into the ground. Bu...
08/25/2024

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On this day, 12 years ago, I stood by as my father, Ricky Diggs, was lowered into the ground. But the earth would never be enough to contain the one part of my father that couldn’t be buried – his spirit, his legacy. A legacy that I now find the courage to carry forward. A legacy that declares, no matter the circumstances, the drive endures, even if the path must change. A legacy of unwavering generosity and unconditional charity.
In life, across many cultures, we bury our pain and parts of our past. We may not realize it at first, but out of burying comes resilience, growth, and renewal like seeds planted with every tear shed and every hurt endured.
Today, I choose to honor his memory by sharing something new, something that speaks to the strength he instilled in me. I am launching a campaign to raise funds for cancer awareness and to provide health and educational resources for underserved communities. To amplify our message, I have designed t-shirts in his favorite colors and combinations. Each color tells a story, a piece of his legacy that I’m honored to share with you. These shirts are more than just fabric – they are a symbol of the fight that we can get done together, of the grief that we share, and of the preserverance that drives us to keep pushing past the pain.
Just as we bury to begin anew, let’s wear these shirts as a reminder that we can do this together and we’re not alone. Every purchase supports the cause, spreading the message with every wear. This collection is about more than clothing – it is a tribute to the legacies that make us who we are. Let’s honor those we lost by carrying on their legacies and continuing their fight!
Proceeds from these t-shirts will support the foundation in my father’s name, but this isn’t just about him. It’s about all of us. We all have someone we’ve lost, someone whose legacy deserves to be honored. That’s why I’m inviting you to join me in this tribute. Together, we can turn our memories into a movement, honoring their legacies in a way that gives back.
Here’s how you can help:
• 10 people purchasing a t-shirt
• 25 people commenting with blue and orange hearts
• 65 people sharing this post
Our goal is to reach 1,965 shares—a tribute to my father’s birthdate 10-25-1965. Let’s come together not only to honor my father but to remember all those we’ve lost to cancer, those who continue to fight, and the survivors among us.
Thank you for your support and for helping me turn this moment of remembrance into a movement for change. Thank you for being part of this journey.
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Honor Their Legacy. https://poebae.com/collections/f**k-cancer-the-motherf**k-up
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This is for them black mamas 👸🏿👸🏾👸🏽👸🏼
08/24/2024

This is for them black mamas 👸🏿👸🏾👸🏽👸🏼

Solo quieroamar mi cuerpoNo pensandoen nadieMás que en míporque nonecesito de nadieopinión sobre mi cuerpoporque soy yoq...
07/05/2024

Solo quiero
amar mi cuerpo
No pensando
en nadie
Más que en mí
porque no
necesito de nadie
opinión sobre mi cuerpo
porque soy yo
quien está en este
cuerpo

Solo quiero amar mi,
amar mi cuerpo

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