Chrisette Michelle

HAIR HAIR HAIR

I was asked the question:

Why did you cut your hair?

Followed by an exclamation of:

you need a wig!

Here's my question:

When did I become an insignificant extension of my hair?

Nay!

My hair is an extension of me 
Not the other way

And is not a prerequisite for my beauty

But what you say is quite revealing

My low self esteemed, meddlesome one:

If hair (yours or bought) is what defines you

Who are you without your hair,

your weave, your perm, your wig?

All are just accouterments 
Accessories 

Not what your worth is.

I suppose you need makeup too

Can't live without maybeline or Mac?

Then I suggest you take your mind back

From vogue and black hair

It's not fair how they brainwash you 

And make you feel small

You must know 

You are beautiful just the way you are...

Here's my disclaimer: regular hair combs, brushing, showers and attire changes are strongly recommended on a daily basis. Even though we are already awesome, our dirt and natural colognes leaves a bit to be desired... 

Lol... #justmythoughts

-Moshia'

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LOVE is the catalyst for change

whether it's self-love 

Or love from another

Spouse child or mother

Family or friend

Love is where it all begins

Love gives us courage

Love gives us power

Love gives us wings

Love is the catalyst for all great things

So have a heart

And spread some love today...

Greetings from Moshia' Pen

Let it all go

And watch yourself

Grow...

Journaling is an excellent way to record your journey

but it also provides healing, and direction

Putting your pain on paper provides you with an outlet

a place to empty it all

Writing your dreams, concerns and ambitions

helps to steer you in the right direction

So embrace pen and paper 
Write the dreams that you savor

your gripes, your complains

your wounds, aches and pains

Write it all and have no doubt

In the end it will all work out...

        -Moshia'

MOSHIA' PEN...
By Shakima Dyke (Graffiti Chick)

CLARITY

I would love to erase the pain in my past

and its tentacles touching everything in my life

I wouold love to pick up the pieces

And move forward

But at times it seems so impossible

I feel stuck and I'm ashamed of it

Others are ashamed of me too

I frustrate my surroundings

and end up feeling alone

I feel alone in a crowded room

All alone

Sealed in a glass tomb

Looking out at dark, cloudy skies

Lightening and thunder rumbling

And one lone corner blue

With light shinning through

I try to focus on that light

But sometimes lose sight of me

When I can't see me

Everything else obscures my view

Until calm and clarity rescues me

Helping me to see through the fog...

-Moshia'

   I PEN

I pen and I levitate 

And write across the sky

They keep trying to kill I 

But I still don't die

Instead I multiply wisdom 

From ignorance I free them

Spread I wings and fly higher

Have a Chat with the messiah

And bring back scrolls of knowledge 

I keep locked in I consciousness 

Until they scream release

Then they flow through I pen 

Effortlessly I bequeath them

Understanding rains on the ignorant and destitute

The prisoner and the prostitute

Wisdom also makes fat

Giving what can't be bought

What can only be learned

But never taught

I pen brings light to the dark corners of mind

With each and every line

I pen teach...

-Moshia' Pen

GET TO STEPPIN

How do you walk away 

when love has bruised you 

turn your back on everything you're used to 

close the door and just walk away

easy enough to say 

It takes strong will to execute 

self-control bares fruit

if we apply it

but when love interrupts even though we know what the right is 

sometimes it's too strong to fight it and we fold 

relinquishing control of our senses

how to walk away when this bed is all I know

I'll tighten up my boot straps

Grab the few things I still got 

And grow...

-Moshia'

CONTENTMENT

I neglected my pen for a time

And then

I found myself missing my rhymes

I missed constant communication 

With inner me

I felt lost and lonely

And thought if only

I had fresh paper

And an ink filled pen

I'd record my thoughts 

And be content...

 -Moshia'