December 30, 2019

This morning, I sat in the 8th funeral/homegoing I’ve attended this year. Woulda been the 10th if I could’ve gotten the time off from work to pay my respects to the others.

Two suicides; the youngest of which was 10 yrs old, one murder, and 4 of the deaths having made the news. And that’s just my story. One iota of it actually. There’s no doubt in my mind you have your own.

This morning, I sat in the 8th funeral/homegoing I’ve attended this year. My pen listened to the gut wrenching pain around me. Sobs and faint smiles of sweet recollection of the 32 yr old laid to rest, kissed the air. My mind fought vehemently with time as I listened to his aunt read a poem she wrote entitled “We’ve Got To Stop Meeting Like This”.

She was so right. Why do we do that? I’m not sure why we do that. You know…that. Like we have forever.

So if I reach for you. If I hug you from my core. If I tell you, “I love you” or “I miss you” or that I’m happy to see you, its intentional. I am intentional about my love and the way that I love. So very intentional…and there are a myriad of reasons why.

For me, Peter is one of my many reasons why. Supervisor turned family friend who years later even sang at my wedding; I couldn’t wait to see him when we relocated back to the East Coast 2 years ago. Even though we had kept in touch I decided to surprise him with the kids. He had no idea we had moved back.

I had it all planned out. I called him two weeks after we got settled but instead his cousin answered because she recognized my name. She had just came from his funeral.

Yeah.

So if I love on you, thank you, honor you, look into your eyes and tell I miss you, hit you up out the clear blue, let you know I’m happy to see you…every time I see you – allow me.

‘Cause this morning, I sat in the 8th funeral/homegoing I’ve attended this year…💫e

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Blessed day Queen…”

Jomo aka @Morprophet is an integral part of our Instagram Writing Community. A gifted writer and long time supporter of @AuthenticiteeSpeaks, he was the first man to call me ‘Queen’ online.

I couldn’t figure out why it sounded honest when he addressed me as such. Like hearing a hit song over and over again, the terms “King” and “Queen” are favored until the hype fizzles. Overused and oftentimes perfunctory they lose their luster and feel disingenuous. But when Jay aka Jomo spoke, greeting every woman the same way, it sounded different because he was different. It wasn’t until much later that God would give me revelation about his voice.

God revealed Jomo’s strength came from having survived many a storm; some, a result of his own choices. God gave me a peace that he was a gentleman. A kind man with pure motives. A man that God could trust. A man who had earned the moniker: King.

Jomo speaks…

My name is Jomo Moore also know to many as Morprophet through my gift of writing on instagram @Morprophet and to a close few as Murph. I was born and raised in the beautiful country of Trinidad and Tobago which the smaller island Tobago is my place of birth.

I came to America shortly after completing my studies at the high school level at the age of sixteen. Which was one of my best decisions because I’m now the head of a beautiful family. Which consists of my wife, son and two daughters. I’m a certified truck driver trainer and window tinter by trade but I also try to spread my wings in other areas as real estate to name one in which I’m a landlord. I love writing, gaming and the ocean – not just the shoreline but the deep; whether I’m swimming, in a little boat or a cruise ship I feel at home. My choice of music or should I say my favorite genres are Calypso, Reggae, Dancehall, Soca, Rap and old R&B.

e speaks…

Wow thank you so much for being here! I am definitely a HUGE fan of your range as a writer!

Tell me more about your style of writing.

Jomo speaks…

My style of writing. I know of no other way to describe it other than passionate because when I write I put my soul into every word. I know that seems to be what most say but I truly do and so much that I said it all in these two lines in my poem titled Naked “ When you read if you can’t feel me in what I write. I plead with you to be blind to these words that I write”.

e speaks…

What are two of your favorite pieces that you’ve written and why?

Jomo speaks…

Two of my favorite pieces. Queen I’m not sure I could honestly choose one over the other to fall under the title of favorite because I put my all into each piece but I can give you two pieces and my reasons for writing them.

One is called How Did I Get Here? and the other is I Am Morprophet. How Did I Get Here was written as a poem. Which turned into a six piece series. I first wrote which is now the second insert of the series as a lone piece. After completing it as I have done many times before I read it to a friend for his critique. When I was done reading he said nothing. I waited for a bit then said, “say something already!” He replied, “I was waiting for you to finish. What happened before and after? It’s not finished. I know you can do better than this.” So I went on and wrote the other five parts that turned a poem into a short story.

Now the next piece I Am Morprophet was triggered or should I say was in response to a comment on another piece I wrote titled Hush Money. When I read the comment and realized whom it was from I was disappointed not because they disagreed with what I said. That’s their right but because they suddenly became a lie to me. Showing me that their garments were not a representation of who I thought they were but nothing more than a fashion statement.

e speaks…

Who/What influences you most as a writer? What are some of the greatest lessons you’ve learned as a writer?

Jomo speaks…

My greatest influence as a writer is life and some of my greatest lessons as a writer are to never force write or force a piece because if you do it will never be as great as it should’ve been. Always be truthful regardless if it’s your truth or someone else’s because there is someone that needs to come face to face with their truth whether good or bad.

e speaks…

Are you still working on your book? Tell me more about it!

Jomo speaks…

Yes I am slowly. It’s going to consist of short stories and poems. Few pieces that I’ve posted will be included but the majority will be of pieces I have in my vault and the rest which more than a few are still in my soul just waiting to be inked.

e speaks…

And it will be worth the wait I am sure! Thank you so much for being here Jomo! Be sure to support Jomo by visiting his Instagram page!

Blessings!

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Welcome to Day 27 of #TheLoveLetterProject Writing Challenge created by Marie of The Notion Of Love! If you’re just joining me, you can catch up on the rules here!

Day 27

To Someone Who Has Lost Faith In Love

Losing something gives the connotation that we once had it. Be it our house keys or one’s proverbial mojo: losing something that we’ve come to cherish and/or depend on can be life altering.

Losing faith in love is usually a result of betrayal or expecting more than someone is really able to deliver. The most encouraging advice I can give is to be honest with yourself first.

Do you still want love? Do you want to be loved? I find so many issues stem from childhood rejection and perverted perception. Love is not abusive or manipulative. Perhaps it’s the agony of waiting. Wondering if it will ever be your turn.

More than receiving, love is what we are willing to give. Selfishness stifles. Has it ever dawned on you that another may be hurting too? Someone just may need the faith you lost in order for them to find faith in love again. Releasing ourselves from the weight of our loss makes room to simultaneously give and receive the healing power of love.

Who has need of what you’ve lost?…💫e

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Welcome to Day 21 of #TheLoveLetterProject Writing Challenge created by Marie of The Notion Of Love! If you’re just joining me, you can catch up on the rules here!

Day 21

To The One Who Inspired Me To Write

Dear S t r e n g t h

Do you remember?

The day you called me a writer?

I was apologizing for cramming so many words

Into the tightest and warmest of spaces

Shrouded in smoldering soaked brevity

You taught me it was ok to learn again

I had never heard my name until

With your beckoning

And without my permission

All of me responded to you.

“It’s ok…you’re a writer”

S l o w e r

Say it again

I too; am still smiling

The way you kissed my mind…

You’re forever my

P e n moving

S o u l stirring

E y e locking

H i p rocking

L i p soaking

P r o m i s e mouthing

Cause and effect

Remedy and reason

Symptom and sealant

B a r r i e r breaking

M o m e n t mounting

Come h i t h e r kinda King

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

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Welcome to Day 5 of #TheLoveLetterProject Writing Challenge created by Marie of The Notion Of Love! If you’re just joining me, you can catch up on the rules here!

Day 5

DEAR GIRL WITH THE FAIRY DUST WINGS

Written by Ericka Arthur for Authenticitee Speaks March 5, 2018

I could never relate to you

I didn’t see any fairies growing up

And unlike Tinkerbell I wasn’t born

from a baby’s first laugh and

a white dandelion seed.

I never found that perfect blend of

Easter Sunday pastels and John Robert Powers

NYC taught defensive walking.

Timberlands pounding concrete and a scoliosis infused curve appeal were more my speed.

More my thang. More me. Me.

But angels? Angels I saw everyday.

Angels in the eyes of Grandma Dora.

Angels in every stranger that told the city bus driver to wait for me running down the street or yelled “Back door!!”; causing the drivers to slam on their brakes so I can get off a ridiculously crowded bus.

Angels on the days I didn’t see them

but

like the wind, felt the effects of them.

Never played dressed up in pink or

sheer flowing gowns donning wings.

If anything my Fairy Godmother woulda been the round the way, street smart great Aunt named Miss One.

She was the Magical Number Runner portrayed by the beautiful but totally relatable Thelma Carpenter in The Wiz.

Instead of Lena Horne’s equally beautifully yet stunning, classic, feminine portrayal of Glenda the Good Witch.

But perhaps more than a notion; this is the

modern day affirmation of Girl power.

Recognizing but respecting the unique

sound waves embedded in our wings.

Perhaps what makes real Girl Power

powerful is trusting that your power

like mine

is empowered – by those who believe.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

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I really wanted a photo of someone wearing crime scene tape wrapped only around their eyes, heart, or head for this piece! Anything to signify where most often, severe damage has been done. But I didn’t like any of the photos I found, except the one I chose to be featured.

Apparently the scarf pictured is (or was) a hot ticket item that could be purchased everywhere from Etsy to Perpetual Kid. I just knew that the model’s eyes resonated with me. They were strong, cushioned by a bit of a smirk and a “are you sure you wanna do this?” look. It’s as though she wasn’t wearing damage as a crutch or badge of honor but more so as an “Under Construction” label warning.

Hmm…

Under Construction warning labels would actually come in handy…

Some of the most life altering wounds sustained are invisible. But before we can receive whatever greatness lies ahead we MUST take time to HONESTLY assess the damage that we survived during the last injury. The one we didn’t bounce back as fast from. Adrenaline, pride, determination, denial and smiles mask some of the most painful “I’m gonna feel that in the morning” situations.

I’m not telling you what I overheard.

I’m telling you what I know.

I recently began positioning myself in all encompassing quiet spaces for one reason; only to find self introspection, without fail, emerges as the end result. I then chose to stop bucking up against the obvious and instead relish in each new revelation and in some cases correction, God is so graciously giving.

I am learning a lot about myself. Such as what my boundaries are, what my dealbreakers are, what makes me uncomfortable and who makes me uncomfortable. What I will not no longer tolerate and what I need. I’m identifying root causes and dissecting a myriad of intricate heart and mind moments and I love how healing is unfolding. Inner clarity is paramount but somehow we’re conditioned to always look outward for the new thing. I genuinely believe lack of self clarity only impedes progress and prevents us from reaching goals that appear to be within reach.

So why a picture with crime scene tape over the eyes, heart and mind? Because there’s so much that we can’t unsee and dont know what to do with – so we just stop. Stop living, breathing, thriving – but I say it’s time for stopping…to STOP!

How, you ask?

First and foremost be honest with yourself. If it’s survivor’s remorse; own it. Unforgiveness? Own it. Grief? Fear? Own it. Lack of direction or support; own it. I didn’t say claim it – I said own it. Be honest and assess the damage before you inadvertently do more damage!! Excavate your land before you try to build again! As Pastor Valerie Chaney used to say, “Prepare Your Ground For Due Season”!

And as I have learned to say…be kind to yourself as you do so.

Thank you for being here!

Blessings!

e of @authenticiteespeaks

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*The following is a never before released vintage piece.

MOTORS OF MOUTHS

She would not shut up.

She just kept talking and talking and talking and talking.

And I admit it. I am an extremely complex person; so I get it. Polite and not a phony bone in my plus size body; but in real time? I keep to myself. Speak to everybody but talk to very few. So in her defense; perhaps my dilated pupils feigned the interest I did NOT have. Eh. The perks of being one of those newfangled, quirky, super guarded, friendly and from time to time; super talkative introverts. Mixed signals? Don’t judge me. 

So anyway I couldn’t figure out why I wanted her to shut up. Mind you, “shut up” is a phrase I’m not fond of unless I’m using it in jest (cue urban vernacular). She was smart, articulate, young and vibrant. She was making good, no great points; but yet I grew more and more agitated every time she paused to take a breath AND refueled for another round of her passionate spew-ation-ism! (Hmm…I am so loving that word I just made up. Spewantionism is simply marvelous. Ah let the records show…mine!).

Then it dawned on me…it wasn’t her presentation; it was her content!

She was a serial complainer and in addition to her scattered list of complaints, she was talking about two other people who were not present to defend themselves. I tried, I mean I tried I tell you! Then to boot I was exhausted and as a result my occasional “polite nod and pause, eye squint, head tilt and pause” move didn’t go over very well. Translation: The hints I gave were plummeted by her incessant complaining at full speed.

Complaining. Yeah. Me no likey.

Its official. My tolerance level for negativity and extended periods of fussing is ZERO to NONE, Not interested Ma’am…Sir. I’m just not.

Hmph! Well thanks for listenin’..I’m done.

Oh Lawd…wait. WAIT just a minute…I do believe I just did the same thing she did.

UGH. Are we all forever guilty of this endless cycle? Complaining about a complainer? Thoughts? Talk amongst yourselves.

 

 

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GOD IS NOT A CRUEL GOD

“He will remember when men forget”. I believe those are the lyrics. I don’t know. Can’t remember. Thought it was an old Rickey Grundy Chorale song but I’m drawing a blank. Anyway I was leaving an encouraging message for my household a few minutes ago in our family group chat via text. Ah the perks of modern technology and drawbacks of working overnights.

The 4 of us; my husband of almost 20 years and our now two young teens have been through quite a bit in the last few years. Pain; though a sign of life, no matter the form or intensity, will either stunt one’s growth or propel it. I believe we’ve experienced both facets of the spectrum. “But God is not a cruel God” is what I ended the voice text with. No matter what we have been through, God has a plan tailor made for us.

God is not a cruel God.

There are some things we say because we believe it and then there are other things we say because we want to believe it. I didn’t say, “God is not a cruel God”.  I mean I said it but I didn’t say it. That was a supernatural declaration that came from the depths of my spirit filtered by yawns and a frustration that my break was ending. I didn’t say it but I knew Who did.

Nope. Not gonna type a laundry list about what we’ve been through. Not gonna drop the names or details of every offender and in what order. Not gonna mention the people who have disappeared off our radar that only resurface if my spouse or I post something they don’t care for and they feel the need to make an (in their eyes) politically correct, spiritually smug unsolicited pseudo rebuke/correction/comment.

Why won’t I provide the gory details? Because it doesn’t matter.

See…what the filtered photos and perfectly orchestrated content on social media at times omit, is that everyone is going through something. Whether they tell you about it or not. Yep. EVERYONE. You tell someone about your 2 blisters and I promise you their 12 bunions got ya beat. Stay focused. Dismiss distractions. Reduce complaining. Allow God to heal the confusion, resentment and bitterness overtaking you. Please.

It’s only hurting you..not them.

Look, you have hurt others too! None of us are exempt, no matter how hard we try, from causing or experiencing pain! Whether it was intentional or not! So be reasonable…pick and choose your battles. Oh and here’s a freebie: everyone that doesn’t keep in touch or doesn’t respond to your texts, calls, emails or hints that only dogs can hear is a horrible person. Did it ever dawn on you that they too are inundated with life and trials of their own? So STOP. There is no sense in forever comparing scars, bumps and bruises when we can spend our time, energy and every ounce of our being encouraging, inspiring and reminding others that they’re not alone. Easier said than done…I know…but may I submit, so worth a valiant effort.

By the wayyou’re not alone Beloved. So if you need someone to talk to, I have a few *hotlines listed below.

In the meantime let’s pray:

God I choose to believe You. No matter the circumstance. No matter who comes and goes. No matter who stays because they haven’t figured out how to leave yet. No matter what the news broadcasts or newspapers withhold. Thank you for knowing all about me and still wanting me. How awesome are you oh God!

I pray for the one reading this right now. Bring comfort and remind them healing comes in many forms. It may be in laughter or in volunteering. Show them how to cope Lord. We have so many questions and yet so few answers Lord. Thank you in advance for peace, provision, healing, restoration and strategy Father. You are not a cruel God and it will all make sense one day.

In Jesus Name,

Amen

*National Suicide Hotline (US)
Click here for International Suicide Hotline Numbers
Crisis Text Line (US) If you don’t feel like talking and rather text someone: Text “START” to 741-741
Live Through This Inspiring stories of actual Suicide Attempt Survivors 
The Trevor Project -For Gay & questioning youth

 

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LOVE & SELF-WORTH



Rejection sucks and sometimes not knowing where you stand can be more painful than knowing where you stand. When I love, I love hard, passionately and deliberately with every ounce of my being. From my heart and core, anyone who has been chosen to be a recipient of the depth and kind of love I offer will either drown, meet me in deep waters or depart.

And guess what?!

Their RESPONSE TO MY LOVE OR LACK THEREOF is no reflection on the passion, power and purity that fuels my love.

So be gentle with yourself as you deal with pain and recover from it! Remember there are two sides to every scenario. Humble yourself, do the real work by standing alone long enough to immerse yourself in self reflection. Then wipe your tears, unclench your teeth, refocus and if necessary; move on! Someone, somewhere, some day; the kind of HEALTHY, whole, healing love you have to offer will be received by the right person. AND you also deserve that kind of love. DO NOT SETTLE! You’re going to be OK🙏🏽❤️😘e

Day 240 of 2017

Thank you @s0ldier0fl0ve for the reminder❤️😘

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I AM STILL NOT READY TO WRITE ABOUT YOU JAY…

 

Nor am I ready to delete your last voicemail message…nope, not ready. Not ready because I only save the messages I want to remember forever. Things I want to remember forever…just like you.

So what have I been up to since we last spoke? Hmm let’s see…trying not to dart in and out of traffic on this untethered road called Transition….

God. Has this really been sitting in my drafts for two months now? I had it all ready to go along with screenshots of the last time you left a voicemail. Huh? I know, I know Jay…I just couldn’t concentrate man. Enough about me. Why are you gone?

What?! Omgoodness put that down!!  LOL! Whateva man I don’t know why I saved these screenshots of your last email and last voicemail; with a red arrow pointing at your name?! Like Really?!

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Looking back on it now it seems pretty over the top and obnoxious. Like I had to prove to the nosy and the noisy that what we had was real…pure…and consistent. Damn it Jay I miss you and this ish HURTS!!! I don’t know. Maybe I feel guilty about the High School Reunion Gospel Choir Recording idea you had worked so hard on, never coming to fruition. You mentioned it every single time we corresponded or spoke. But I was always lacking the time and/or resources to make the trip back home to Brooklyn; or in your latter years, to Maryland or New Jersey. Then after doing much research you said, “No worries, there’s a special mic everyone can purchase, record their own vocals, email me the files and I’ll mix the project that way!” You were such a genius. A witty, kind and hilarious genius. My homeboy. God, I miss you so.

Maybe its not guilt, maybe its anger or even regret. It can’t be sadness though right? Nah because we’re not allowed to feel that and if we do; only but for a moment, right? Well whatever it is, I feel it all because I still can’t write about you Jay. God knows I have been trying. ‘Cause that’s what we do right? Us, creatives like you and I…me and you. Yeah we create the pain away. Throw it into heart wrenching poetry, passionate lyrics and music. Lots of music.

I remember when you started blogging in this very community. The SoundSuite Studio blog was a true reflection of your heart’s desire to help others enhance their studio experience. We miss you in this space too.

Jay, can we overspiritualize procrastination? ‘Cause I would hate to think that was a factor or even the reason, so much of what I intended to say before now remained in cluttered and fragmented thoughts that never even made it to the Drafts section.

Well that’s it for now. Besides my Mommy, you’re still the only one that calls me by my Rap name. I’d give anything to hear it now…considering I’m still not ready to write about you Jay. I love you. Save a spot in the choir stand for me up there, ok?

 

Peace,

e

 

 

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