Poet Dawn Dean spill the tea concerning women’s issues over a cup of tea something using poetry. SLUWiN
POEM: DAWN
When day awakes,
dawn would have brought renewalAnd when she awakens,
Dawn will be new
This is my night affirmation when I end a stressful day.
The morning is new and so should be you. It is a day of moving forward, another day of opportunity and endless possibilities.
Aspire to Inspire!
Whichever flower you choose to be BLOOM!
Dawn the Poet
© The future will come tomorrow with or without your plan of action to make a change for brighter days. Therefore, you must decide if you will begin the journey to live out your dreams going forward; or continue to set there daydreaming about the possibilities of what fulfilling your dreams could bring.
-Dawn Dean
Aspire to Inspire!
Today marks the official day of winter and boy it’s a cold one. Continue reading HELLO WINTER!
I texted God the other day
Addressing the issues in the world
And like God,
He replied on His time;
in His wise words. Continue reading OMG!!!
Celebrating motherhood.
xoxo,
Dawn
Someone asked me the other day. Why should we be happy and settle on celebrating black history month once a year? I understood their question. Why isn’t black history talked about more often publicly? Why do we wait for our children school’s to touch on the topic once a year? Only sharing the stories of the well known; like Rosa Park or Fredrick Douglas when there are so many other amazing stories to explore and tell. In many cases, black history is being taught by educators, who really cannot comprehend or relate-a little to what they are teaching. How could they without living in a black shell, fully experiencing the struggles of the Black American?
Invasion
Most unwelcoming
Causing un-pleasurably dimples and lumped tissue
Therapy often kills the spirit
Yet the soul and appreciation for life,
Strengthens the heart
Tomorrow seems so un-promised
Too often than none,
Worry turns to grief,
Without notice
Regardless to its stage or type
It’s an unwelcome guest
No one gives an invitation,
No one applies
Yet it plants its seed and spreads;
Erupting life
Constantly knocking at mothers, sisters, wives and friends doors
Tearful eyes cope,
As grief eats away
Chipping, striping, children and love-ones of hope,
For those who suffer
A battle,
Requiring the world to win
Those left behind
Continue to march forward
Walking for hope
Side-by-side,
Hand in hand
Racing to save lives
Written By Dawn M. Dean
Published: The Paths of Life, Through the Eyes of Dawn
All Rights Reserved by Dawn M. Dean
How Ever Long
It may take a million wrong turns
A thousand detours
And a hundred u-turns
To reach the best life I deserve.
So today,
I will take my first steps
Knowing my journey will end,
Where I wish it to end,
Happy!
Written By Dawn M. Dean
Published: The Paths of Life, Through the Eyes of Dawn
All Rights Reserved by Dawn M. Dean
Daily Addictions
Standing in line to purchase a hot toffee coffee,
I am embraced by Congo’s drumming from above.
Upon placing my order,
I notice how many others,
stand in the long line,
patiently
to place their own order
of high priced
cup of cappuccino,
Chi with milk,
Café mocha;
French vanilla
Sounds of coffee pots cling
adding a charm to the Congo’s rhythmic pound
Cappuccino machines adds to the blend,
while musical notes bounce off the sunshine walls.
A cloud of aroma fills the packed air,
soothing those waiting
“Toffee coffee”, the brilliant caffeine maker yells,
bringing me to wrap my cool hands around the sleeved cup,
sending my tongue into a frenzy-
awakening
By Dawn M Dean (From: The Paths of Life, through the eyes of Dawn)
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