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My sisters,
We may not have the same mother or father… our skin tones different shades and hues. However one thing that we have in common is our gender and its name…WOMAN.
Through it we have a kinship. We have the ability to share stories of similar hormonal changes, first crushes, first kisses, loves, heart breaks, marriages and for many of us childbirth.
I write this article from my perceptive of being a single woman in her early 30s, no children yet…African American and having had my heart broken and restored. Raised by older parents, both having since gone to be with the Lord; I write this as a Christian, born again with a heart renewed, who is grateful for everyday for new found grace.
Honestly I felt compelled to write this open letter after receiving too many calls from sister-friends or chance meetings where I have been asked for advice. These moments have been opportunities for me to take the focus off of self and truly love on my fellow sisters.
I find it an honor to be able to minister and share my testimony with them and to hear theirs. Encourage them that even after being hurt and having your heart stomped along with your pride and name… They like the phoenix can too rise up again.
See, I was in a relationship that spanned almost ten years off and on with someone that I allowed to mentally abuse me. He had ties to my soul and privileges that only through the covenant status of marriage he should have received.
The details of my story are not as important as the lessons I am still learning from it. The first lesson I learned was how to forgive myself for the part I played. No one can abuse you unless you allow them to. You are never without the power to at least attempt to fight back. True love from God, goal is not to tear you down, but instead its goal is to build you up.
Being bitter and angry at someone that probably doesn’t even give you a second thought after the damage they have done is just a time waster. You can spend years using the excuse of being hurt to block blessings God has in store for you. New relationships, children, careers/ministries being birthed, can be blocked by you allowing your emotions to control you and keep you at an impasse. I know this because I did it.
For two years I thought by keeping a wall up around my heart so I could lick my wounds in privacy, I was protecting myself from being hurt. The sad truth was it hurt me more. Instead of growing in love, I was growing in offense and the ripples affected every area of my life.
My job became my life. My home reflected how I was feeling inside, a mess. I was functioning, yet was empty. My prayer life was ritual vs. being relational. During this time God’s voice that used to be so clear for me to hear… was but a whisper…
I was short tempered, and made excuses for my rude behavior. I tried to control others around me because I had no self control. My friends, tried to tell me, however their constructive criticism fell on deaf ears. Jesus though I understood him as my savior, I had not allowed to sit in the driver’s seat of my life. The Holy Spirit’s guidance by my delayed response showed evidence of disobedience. So when my world the one I had constructed began coming crashing down around me; I was forced to stop. Take a personal inventory and return the keys and seat to the true owner of my life, God. To him I repented and asked help. No man could give me hard truth I needed to change.
The scriptures that can best describe this time is in my life is Proverbs 18:10 – 12 from the Amplified Bible … “10The name of the Lord is a strong tower; the [consistently] righteous man [upright and in right standing with God] runs into it and is safe, high [above evil] and strong. 11The rich man’s wealth is his strong city, and as a high protecting wall in his own imagination and conceit. 12Haughtiness comes before disaster, but humility before honor.”
The following series of poems, a few are from my 1st book Poetry of a Black: Girl the Darkness and the Light Volume 1, others are still works in progress… In a way they tell my journey with God as he has been giving me beauty for my ashes Isaiah 61.
Some Diamonds in the Rough Never Go Beyond Infancy
I used to call you a diamond in the rough,
I saw so much potential in you
I held you down when others laughed and scorned,
said I was a fool.
I kept secrets even from my mama.
Let you live in my house rent free.
Let you see and operate in my inner court.
And act like you were the king of my Holy of Holies.
I placed all my trust in you,
only because I used to see so much potential in you.
No mere mortal man could ever appreciate what I did.
What I sacrificed, understand the tears, I shed all unselfishly.
So now I have come to the conclusion.
That some diamonds in the rough
Without the proper pressure,
never go their beyond infancy.
So as I look back at what I saw, what I thought we could be
I know now that because HE was not in between you and me
My dear, you and I were never meant to be
I played no games of the heart
I kept it real from the start
My heart was open and true to you
But I did not want to believe what I knew
A player unless he wants to change,
will always want and play the game
My focus was so much on you
That I did not know that
I had aligned myself to flesh
I needed to align my heart up,
To the most highest God,
For he would never leave me
Nor ever forsake me
He would never be untrue
Never walk out, or use me
No need for apologizes
For he would never wrong me
Abuse my love like you did to me
Though I was hurt
I have learned to forgive
The ties you had to my soul
Have been released
And until you find your own peace
And get in a relationship with HIM
You will remain just a lump of coal
That could’ve been the brightest diamond,
the world has ever seen.
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Do You Know Me?
I sit here and I ponder our relationship.
You used to call on me, so we could just talk awhile.
Spend days on an end, just you and me.
I had your back even when others didn’t
I pleaded your case against our father,
when you sinned.
I forgave you when you lied.
I encouraged you when you couldn’t do it on your own.
I protected you when you were weak and clothed you with my love before you even knew my name or could even speak.
I sent provisions, but you didn’t give me thanks.
I was ok with it all, because the promise I made and the sacrifices I gave for you.
I remember times when you were bold enough to talk to others about our relationship.
Now when someone asks about you and me you deny that we are even related.
You have let fear of rejection and thoughts of unworthiness creep into your psyche.
I ask, do you really know me?
Am I not your friend, your brother… your teacher?
Did I not show you in my words, in my love for you, in my actions that I would never forsake you?
Trust me…. I have your back…even when you don’t think no one else does.
I will never give up on you why? Because this we have, this thing… is real… and I am real.
I am love, I am your Father God, your brother Jesus and your teacher the Holy Spirit and in me, you can trust.
I AM whatever you need me to be…
Trust me, it is not in my DNA to not tell the truth.
I swore to tell you the truth through the shedding of my own blood… not once, but twice.
I am just waiting for you to talk to me again…I have all the time in the world.
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Goodbye
The words seem to not be able to escape from my lips…
However, I know they need to be said.
Listen, I have to get this out of my head…
I know I have the power to stop you with my declarations.
I have loved you for so long.
However, I love another more…
Our destinies seem to have different paths that don’t meet in the end.
So as I am sitting here close to being washed away from my own flood of tears.
I know I must be the one to find the courage to walk away.
Shh…Don’t speak…
I really don’t want to hear anything you have to say.
Don’t waste your time.
I’m not listening.
I am not looking back.
Goodbye.
Sin…
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Barefooted
I dare to walk alone
Yet you are always present
Your voice is so clear in my ear.
Guiding me down roads without fear
Barefooted…
Stones and pebbles lay underfoot.
Blood drawn I fall and scrap a knee
Get up… I hear… Get up…I hear so audibly.
Get UP! For righteousness sake
Arise…repent.
Barefooted
Dreams deferred
And given back renewed
Cause their source
Had to be known
My feet are healed
My eyes see clear
Barefooted walking on air…
He carries me still…
I read, I believed by faith
I lay still … I wait
Mediate and then… and then… and then…
I hear Barefooted
I’ve got new shoes
For you!
A shield a sword and armor too!
Barefooted I’ve got your shoes!
Barefooted you have been renewed…
You obeyed…
You acted by faith…
You heard my voice and did not hesitate.
Barefooted PREACHED it…
Words He never knew.
Barefooted…PREACHED it…
Words…He never knew…
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Preparing for Boaz
This poem is for my sisters
However, I hope I get some nods from the fellas…
So you say you are preparing for your Boaz.
The man, you want to share the rest of your life with
Have him call you his wife, share his name…
Maybe raise a kid or two with,
hoping even through the weight gain and stretch marks
he will love you just the same.
However…Ladies…my sister girl friends…
We think at times that we must flirt and dress
in ways that leave nothing to the imagination
That Boaz will see this and instantly fall to one knee.
Or that the perfection we see
from the corner of our eyes in the dimness of club lights
while we sip on Apple martinis could it be he?
Or when we talk
in ways that would make a sailor blush
and wonder why we are not treated with respect
and as ladies
When we make
excuses for being late unfocused
and for unkempt houses…
Thinking Boaz, your Boaz will accept you for you.
You are worth far more then jewels
though you give yourself up for less
and even sometimes for free
Your reputation should precede you
elevating you to new levels of fame
not give you reason to hold your head down in shame
Daughter of the Most High, God
reclaim your position of grace
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Lela Jefferson, © 2007 – 2010 All rights reserved.
There is something about obeying that small voice of reason otherwise known as the Holy Spirit…
This past Saturday after attending church, I was led to go book shopping at Borders. I had been debating for some time with myself about buying a Message Bible. See for the past year when I did my home bible study, I would use the website Bible Gateway to look up the Message Bible translation of a verse for a deeper understanding. My main reference translations have been the King James and Amplified up until then. I was first introduced to the Message Bible by a minister from my church’s parent ministry during a service he taught us here in NY.
Fast forwarding back to the present, the message my pastor had taught on that evening had been on acting on the voice of God behind the word of God we hear or read. The word I kept hearing as he was preaching was that it was time for me to get my Message Bible. Being obedient I did get to Borders which is just outside of the venue where we had service that evening and proceed to go on upstairs where I knew the bibles was housed.
When I got upstairs, I actually almost missed the aisle of bibles. They have them so far back in the store that I thought that they had relocated them somewhere else since the store is currently undergoing renovations. When I did see the titles I saw there were several of them actually with funky book jackets in different colors, versions and formats. The one that called to me; however was a parallel copy that included the TNIV (Today’s New International Version) with the Message REMIX that was in a convenient travel size. The complete bible title in itself looked like a hardcover novel; that could easily fit in my day-to-day hand bag!
Ironically the bible was even priced less than the first one I looked at and included as I mentioned the Message REMIX which includes bible book introductions and general scripture references to do cross study. Talk about favor! Before leaving the store, however I was led again to see if one of the authors/poets I wanted to do a further study on collective works was in the store.
This brought me to one of the store’s kiosks, to check their inventory. The poet I was looking for was Nikki Gionvanni. Once it was confirmed that a collection of her works was indeed in the store by an associate I proceeded to go towards the downstairs escalators. Upon reaching the main floor, my eyes were drawn to the clearance rack where I found a treasure for sure!
Just sitting there so sweetly was this volume called Poetry Speaks Expanded- Hear Poets Read Their Own Works from Tennyson to Plath. The volume itself includes 47 of the world’s most renown poets ever recorded complete with brief bio and essays written about them from living legend poets such as Sonia Sanchez and three CDs of the poets reading their own works. The oldest recording is from the 1800s! Originally priced at $49.99 now $9.99!!!
To make a long story short, I left the store with four titles; the fourth was a book for my pure leisure The Devil Wears Prada. A fifth book was purchased. However, it was one donated to local charity that gives books to grammar school kids. I was just blessed beyond measure with my selections and in the end was blessed to be a blessing. This was all because of being obedient to the voice I heard behind the message.
For your quick reference here is the purchase information for the books I bought:
- TNIV The Message Remix Parallel Bible – Zondervan
- Poetry Speaks Expanded – Hear Poets Read Their Own Works from Tennyson to Plath (Book w/ CDs)
- The Collected Poetry of Nikki Gionvanni 1968 – 1998 P.S. Insights, interviews and more…
- The Devil Wears Prada – Lauren Weisberger
Bible Gateway | A searchable online Bible in over 100 versions and 50 languages
Lela Jefferson, © 2009 All Rights Reserved
http://www.memoirsofablackgirl.com
Hello, my Memoirs Fans, Family and Friends,
I know it has been awhile and in some cases the first time you ever received an update from me pertaining to the Memoirs of a Black Girl writing series! I want to, first off, thank you so much for your support. Give some major big up to my father God, my big brother Jesus aka JC and my spiritual tutor the Holy Ghost for inspiring me to write again and share my innermost thoughts with you and the rest of the world!
I recently posted a little note to the haters, letting them know I was no longer concerned about their thoughts. I am only focusing my attentions now on what God says and thinks of me. I was and was very serious about that. So, if you think at times my writings are bold or shocking…well I apologize, I am just keeping it real… and if need will back it with scripture.
In case you did not know, my name is Lela Jefferson. I am the creator / author of the “…of a Black Girl” writing and poetry series and the voice behind the podcasts. I also proudly hail from Brooklyn, NY, am 30 something, African American, female, member of World Changers Church – New York, single with no kids, heterosexual, and a living holy born-again Christian. I do not confess I am perfect I have a lot of areas the trio mentioned above are helping me develop. However, I can honestly and proudly say I am not the same Lela I was a year ago or even yesterday.
Just a little more background on me professionally I have worked in Entertainment Management, Direct Marketing Online in the areas of Web Producing and Development. I have also worked in Office Administration Management in the for-profit and non-profit religious sectors. I consider myself a writer, poet, blogger, PR and marketing professional, web producer, consultant, mentoring coach and definitely an entrepreneur.
Most of my recent volunteer work has been either community based for my church or in relation to local politics. In the past, I did pro-bono public relations and participate in social marketing, this was before social media had a name, think tanks for a few entertainment celebrity clients.
Currently, I am working on re-inventing myself and establishing my brands. My company Urban PR Connection is a New Media Marketing, and PR firm. I am amercing myself deeply in social media in its inner workings. It’s the new buzz term and is where those in my field are now. I am an avid reader/researcher. So I actually budget in time for surfing the web and book shelves. You can actually very soon check out what I am currently reading at http://www.memoirsofablackgirl.com/straight-from-the-crates/
Enough about my background …Here is a quick list of projects and websites I am currently working on:
Writing Projects
- Memoirs of a Black Girl – From 0 to 30 (memoirs / book)
- Poetry of a Black Girl Vol. 1 – From Darkness to Light (a poetry collection / book)
- Memoirs of a Black Girl – My 1st Trip to West Africa (transcriptions of my journal entries; age 15)
Blogs and Podcast
- Memoirs of a Black Girl | The Blog – http://www.memoirsofablackgirl.com
- Memoirs of a Black Girl | Podcast Series – http://poetryofablackgirl.podOmatic.com
- Poetry of a Black Girl | The Blog – http://poetryofablackgirl.tumblr.com/
- Saved in My City | The Blog – http://savedinmycity.greenpress.com/
- True Proverbs 31 Women – http://trueproverbs31woman.blogspot.com/
Businesses
- Urban PR Connection – http://www.urbanprconnection.com
- SankofaDot.Com – http://www.sankofadot.com
In closing (had to stop somewhere), for those that want to connect with me via my personal profile on Facebook; you can find me at http://www.facebook.com/lelaj and on twitter follow me as LelaJefferson
Till the next update…
Stay blessed and true to you,
Lela Jefferson
The words seem to not be able to escape from my lips…
However, I know they need to be said.
Listen, I have to get this out of my head…
I know I have the power to stop you with my declarations.
I have loved you for so long.
However, I love another more…
Our destinies seem to have different paths that don’t meet in the end.
So as I am sitting here close to being washed away from my own flood of tears.
I know I must be the one to find the courage to walk away.
Shh…Don’t speak…
I really don’t want to hear anything you have to say.
Don’t waste your time.
I’m not listening.
I am not looking back.
Goodbye.
Sin…
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By Lela Jefferson – http://www.memoirsofablackgirl.com
& http://www.poetryofablackgirl.com
I am your friend
that is what you call me.
Yet in your eyes I see so much more…
Though you tell me that you trust me
would give me your head if…
You should need to lean…
on my shoulder?
A small part of you…
stops you from telling me…
You love me…
In fear that I might abuse you
use you …mistreat you
causes you to… push me away,
while still you hold me near…
For with me…you leave all your hopes and dreams
aspirations of the woman that you want to be.
Your very words give your true feelings away.
In your gushing,
in your sentiments… in your actions,
I can see it there’d…
You love me.
I am the Holy Spirit.
Lela Jefferson – http://www.memoirsfoablackgirl.com &
http://www.poetryofablackgirl.com
I sit here and I ponder our relationship
You used to call on me so we could just talk awhile.
Spend days on end, just you and me.
I had your back even when others didn’t
I pleaded your case against our father,
when you sinned.
I forgave you when you lied.
I encouraged you when you couldn’t do it on your own.
I protected you when you were weak and clothed you with my love before you even knew my name or could even speak.
I sent provisions, but you didn’t give me thanks.
I was ok with it all, because the promise I made and the sacrifices I gave for you.
I remember times when you were bold enough to talk to others about our relationship.
Now when someone asks about you and me you deny that we are even related.
You have let fear of rejection and thoughts of unworthiness creep into your psyche.
I ask the question, do you really know me?
Am I not your friend, your brother… your teacher?
Did I not show you in my words, in my love for you, in my actions that I would never forsake you?
Trust me…. I have your back…even when you don’t think no else does.
I will never give up on you why? Because this we have, this thing… is real… and I am real.
I am love, I am your Father God, your brother Jesus and your teacher the Holy Spirit and in me you can trust.
I AM whatever you need me to be…
Trust me it is not in my DNA to not tell the truth.
I swore to tell you the truth through the shedding of my own blood… not once, but twice.
I am just waiting for you to talk to me again…I have all the time in the world.
5/14/09 12:16 PM
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