LETs GrOw (Let Go, Lets Grow)

Growth is demanded from us all, for we are all capable of powerful potential

But in my life, as I gaze side to side, it often appears as though the personification of shallow superlatives are more influential

Than the growth that’s essential from us “Grown Folk”

Less the children coming behind us be so superficial

What value is being woven into our preset, which will soon become the past?

The hoarding of false tokens worth only a moment of consideration or passion that cannot last?

I sit back and watch as we dismiss our relative importance

Our moral worth reduced to fractions of common sense-

And spent as cents

On senseless shit

He can recall all the women he has slept with by their many “talents”

And she can tell you of all the places she’s been and the labels she’s received (secretly) for what’s under her chalice

Which both equally weigh nothing when calculated in the balance-

Virtuosity versus curiosity can indeed be a challenge

So when they say that they stuntin’, many are just stunted

Still hung up on silly fuck ups or paltry recognition that they wanted

Carrying on in middle age in immature ways, seemingly undaunted

Waking up too late in the day that is this life-

After the jaunt-

Its Yours, its Mine, its His and Hers, and its going to continue to Go

And while it’s moving on, we gotta continue to Grow

My intrinsic value I already know

And my remarkable and unique individuality is woven into the fabric of my flow

I can take the time to divulge how sexy I am

How as I walk my hips sway in undulation

But I’d rather engage in a mental exchange of stimulation about Obama’s Administration that would result in a deep contemplation from our conversation about saving the Haiti nation-

I recognize in my calling a greater stimulation

So I readily rise to the occasion to be the growing example on display

Because, baby, they’ll still look and get shook

Should I bear my intelligence instead of my breasts

Learn to show more by revealing less than your insecurities across your chest

No matter what they say, cockiness does not disguise insecurity, so use common sense

I am hoping you are keeping your mind open during this brief conference, cuz

We don’t always have to beat our chests to show dem We da Best

Get your roots in the ground and stop the shouting contest, because

Even the greatest never elevated without some humbleness

So I won’t discuss my attributes or give my measurements because

I need the focus on my Gift that’s Heaven sent           

Professing myself, most assuredly to be Grown

But I had to G-R-O-W before I could get my N on

I’m tryna give you some of my spiritual wealth for you to spend on

In hopes that these seeds will sprout and continue to live on

And that the verses of my poems eventually give the DJ something to spin on

So, if you weary from fightin’ the good fight- just keep on

‘Cause the value of your life exceeds the price of the sheets you sleep on

And no matter how many times life knocks me down, Imma keep beatin’ my feet on

Sometime life’s a living Hell, but I tell ‘im to keep the heat on

Cause when we struggle then prevail

It gives us soil to sprinkle our seeds on

Thus giving us something to speak on.

Brandy "Poetryee Queen" Facey 

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