Posts tagged Forgiveness

Queens like us speak a different dialect.

Queens like us who were once princesses

tiptoeing, trying not to show our scars

we would gather our hurts,

crying our pain into jars we kept hidden in our souls

we were princesses who never cared for barbies

when our thighs hurt, we would blame self

wrapping ourselves in shadows, 

we spoke louder, trying to block the demons from whispering

we studied harder, since books provided solitude

we were too dark to be loved. 

we were too big to be touched.

we were too much. we were “weird”

But, Princesses like us

slowly became Queens

scars like souvenirs lined the inside of our bodies

we were battered but not broken

we began to speak a different language

we began to speak a different dialect only Queens would understand

we spoke with love

we slowly forgave selves

we began to love others with no apologies.

Queens like us speak a different dialect

of hope

of love

of peace

as we unwrap the darkness,

kissing our souls.

Olanne.

Yesterday went with you.

Yesterday, i peeled you off my skin

i scrubbed your words off my spirit

and watched my soul glow again.

Olanne.

I don’t know if I continue, even today, always liking myself. But what I learned to do many years ago was to forgive myself. It is very important for every human being to forgive herself or himself because if you live, you will make mistakes- it is inevitable. But once you do and you see the mistake, then you forgive yourself and say, ‘well, if I’d known better I’d have done better,’ that’s all. So you say to people who you think you may have injured, ‘I’m sorry,’ and then you say to yourself, ‘I’m sorry.’ If we all hold on to the mistake, we can’t see our own glory in the mirror because we have the mistake between our faces and the mirror; we can’t see what we’re capable of being. You can ask forgiveness of others, but in the end the real forgiveness is in one’s own self. I think that young men and women are so caught by the way they see themselves. Now mind you. When a larger society sees them as unattractive, as threats, as too black or too white or too poor or too fat or too thin or too sexual or too asexual, that’s rough. But you can overcome that. The real difficulty is to overcome how you think about yourself. If we don’t have that we never grow, we never learn, and sure as hell we should never teach.
Maya Angelou.