TBT: Developing (written 11/10/2005)

July 2, 2020| black joy, growth

All writing starts somewhere. For me, the memory post palpable was that of daily writing in Ms. Crenshaw's class at Ramsay High School. Most, if not all, had no idea what was hidden in the pages, but Ms. Crenshaw did each time she collected our journals for grading (🙄). Now, this worn encyclopedia of emotions will be laid bare on these pages. So... here's to my new version of throwback Thursday, because my young, inner writer deserves to be seen. 💕 ___________________________ Her yin , her yang, and her spiritual twin As she stares into the picture she can see where it all began Individuality sprang from her mother and father's vitality. Her yin, her mom Loving, compassionate, devoted She has made it through hard times without her essence being eroded The girl in the picture is grateful to have received her mom's strength & fight But they aren't totally alike, not quite. Her yang, her dad Strong minded, quick-tempered, stubborn too The girl has his essence inside of her as well She is quick to reply, easily angered Thinks freely and acts, with no regard for danger. Her yin, her yang, you can see in the girls eyes She is filled with confusion, fire and ice An internal battle is being waged on the battlefield of her brain She is struggling to find herself, her essence, the balance of the yin and yang The girl's spiritual twin, her brother Are replicas of their parents They have been molded and shaped Becoming diamonds with numerous carats He has helped her on the way Giving her insight on what she might become one day The girl is her family, rolled into one Through her, their legacy will live on Who is the girl I see? The girl is me.