"Hold those things that tell your history and protect them. During slavery, who was able to read or write or keep anything? The ability to have somebody to tell your story to is so important. It says: 'I was here. I may be sold tomorrow. But you know I was here.' - Maya Angelou
"...and as I look down the aisle I took one last gaze into a distance so near and I rejoice-- for what he sent to tear us apart only grew into a tight right fist raised to the heavens, a stronger embrace that serves as my earthly protection, a village who camps around us to rejoice in the power of ONE. Now with tears shed, lips locked and hands raised we surrender an unspoken nod, affirming ANOTHER VICTORY WON." -Whitney Wilfred, The Bride
For a moment I didn’t recognize your face.
I was staring you dead in the eyes but you didn’t look quite the same.
You’d gotten a little older; time and life made your eyes a little dimmer.
I almost walked right by you but thank God for something there that still seemed familiar.
Where did you go hiding? What made you crawl into place?
I almost forgot about you my friend, I could barely remember your name.
My love, you were gone for so long and I hadn’t even realized that you were away.
But thank God for double takes and learning from mistakes
Because if it weren't for second chances, my dear, I could have lost you that day.
I saw a shooting star today…it reminded me of you.
A fleeting love; bursting into flames once entering the earth’s atmosphere, only to crash and burn upon arrival to the surface.
But you were mine…If only for just a moment.
We spent it in the sky high; completely consumed by each other.
Somehow I found perfect peace in the middle of our storm.
Your chaos was comforting.
I felt safe in your harm.
We were…The perfect destruction.