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#SoulfulSunday: Book Recommendation 📖💛

#100DayProject Day 7 is dedicated to author/poet/entrepreneur Alex Elle. (For more on my project check to my Instagram page).

Blessed rising! ☀️ Just a #SoulSunday book recommendation: Words of a Wanderer and Love in my Language poetry books by Alexandra Elle. Writer to writer, she’s great and her words are healing. 💛 

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“Wake Up” Poem #100DayProject

“We were trying to wake up the country and wake the world up too.” – John Carlos & Tommie Smith

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 Wake Up

I hope for a world where Love overcomes Hate.

Where we empathize with each other’s pain,

And Compassion runs through our veins.

Where the hunger for money doesn’t blind us

Into believing we can’t make this world a better place.

Because it’s possible.

Just like it’s possible to have a good Monday.

And moments when we’re too grateful to complain.

Where we truly believe that today is a good day,

If I‘m blessed enough to wake.

If I’m blessed enough to dream.

I have faith in humanity.

And

It hurts me,

To have to tell my little brother

All the things he needs to worry about.

And as he looks at me, confused with doubt,

I say “That’s right,

You should be cautious of everyone around you,

Especially if you’re walking alone at night.

Especially because you’re not whi–.”

And that’s enough to take his innocence, his light.

Because we’re living in 2015 with this plight.

And it’s been 50 years since Dr. King’s fight,

For the future young boys and young girls.

I too am using the power of words.

Because if the world refuses to wake up,

We need to wake up the world.

-jessmialma

“Love Drunk” poem #100DayProject

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Love Drunk (full poem)

He gives me so much love that I felt overwhelmed.

Dazed and confused,

Not used —

Not used to a man treating me so well.

That was hard to admit,

But as I take another sip,

His love moistens my lips,

I’m left breath-less.

Less breath at that moment

I thought love would be the death.

Of me.

My knees get weak.

I try to catch myself

Giving his shirt a tug.

He smiles.

That was the first time I felt okay falling.

In love.

*picture was taken on East 13th street, NYC*

“To the Women of the Rodriguez Family” poem #100DayProject #Day1

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To the Women of the Rodriguez Family

Generations of broken women,

Shattered women turned into mosaic art.

Your battles molded generations,

Generations of cold women with gentle hearts.

I see myself in every single one of you,

Remarkable mothers, sisters, and daughters.

I’m better because of all of you,

Generations of strength, gracefulness and honor.

And as I go,

On my own journey

I know you’re watching over me,

Helping me

To become the woman I want to be,

I’m meant to be.

So To the Women of My Family,

I hope I make you all proud.

-Jessmialma