Beautifully Brilliant

Beautifully Brilliant

We are beautiful and brilliant

Not like mainstream or coming a dime a dozen

Beautiful like the first day of fall, soft shades of russets and brown

Fluttering through the cool breeze before gently landing on the ground

Brilliant like diamonds – sparkling, sharp; multifaceted

Glimmer knowing, reaching no boundaries

And though fall comes with cold, crisp and sometimes bitter air

There are no seasons that we cannot bear

We strap on boots, pea coats and toss on a scarf

Step outside into this seemingly brutal season

Taking deep strides with warm steps, leading a trail to our reason

Purpose:

Everything we do. Everything we say.

Everyone we love. Everyone we wish we could hate,

is sprinkled with a bit of this.

Allowing it all to make sense out of madness

No excuses.

Only execution.

There are things to be done

No time to wait for warmer weather or

To see the sliver of light from a peeking sun

Some of us have sons and daughters

We refuse to see go to the slaughter

So we slave – in silence – becoming the person society says we should be

So that when they step fresh foot on said soil

Our children can be free

Free to make the choices no one else has selected

Becoming the brilliant and beautiful ones –

We ourselves, had neglected

But not all hope is lost

For those of us who became dedicated to cost

there was, is and always will be a plan of redemption

Focus needs to be re-shifted – ignoring the temptation

That comfortable pair of slacks – persuasion to stay in the safe zone

But there is no safety in living a purposeless life

As it snatches your ability away to call anything your own

We are beautifully brilliant

Hand crafted by God’s intent

For us to be more than just existent

Break away from the mental apartheid – resilient

Let’s go against the grain

Setting aside everything we’ve been trained

More like the washing of our brains

While countless eyes stare down on us, in disdain

Brokenness and pain – been there, done that.

The clock says its time to gain

As it quickly ticks away when watching those tiny grains of sand

The mistakes of yesterday are right on our heels,

But the possibilities of tomorrow are at the toes of every man

We want so badly to move forward,

but too afraid to take our hands off the wound.

What if it’s not healed completely and still may bleed?

Do you know how many revelations and epiphanies I had to see,

before the (self-inflicted) blinders were taken off and I found the real me?

YPChan, Young Professionals Poet (Follow @chan_bam  on twitter)

Tagged as: Beautifully Brilliant Poem, Poetry, YPChan