A Glimmer of hope.

Last night I attended a poetry set.
Something i have done in awhile.
The opening writing prompt was your 3 word love affair.
I wanted to participate, but hearing anything with love in it immediately made it difficult for me relate to.
See, I'm healing, learning how to love again. I'm recreating the space in life to be lead by love, instead of fear.
Only thing I could think of was 1.ninjas 2. Ain't 3.shit.


Seriously. Deep down I know it ain't so. I adore black men, but right now all I can remember is how I also have been only hurt by them too.


My opinion was received by the crowd, some understood my perspective others frowned up. (Insert Kanye shrug).


What caught my eye and warmed my heart most was what happened after i left the stage and returned to my seat.


2 black men and 1 black woman approached me. The woman hugged me. No words, just reached in and hugged me.
The men's response touched my heart. One simply said remember not all men, held my hand gazed into my eyes and smiled. The other have a side hug and said I apologize for all the men that hurt you.


For a moment i felt lost and confused. I smiled through it and accepted their energy.


I know there are good men out there. Ready to love and build family.


Until he's ready for me, I'll continue working on me.


#melanatedmama