"Fierce. Purposed. Soft. Heavy. Vulnerable. Questioning. Worthy. Baby girl, you are it."
Written by Dear Black Woman Mia 'june' Dunlap
“So— fierce. Purposed. Soft. Heavy. Vulnerable. Questioning. Worthy. Baby girl, you are it. You are in step. I trust you to stay with you. And to know that all that you have now and with all that you are— you are absolutely enough.”
Fierce. Love. Whole. Worthy. You are. Complex. Deep. Energy. Soft. You are light. Colorful. Scared. Bold. You are. I am. This. Now. Yesterday. Tonight. Sunrise and Sunset.
I know it doesn't make sense right now. I know you feel like your compass is tilted and it's difficult to know which way is the right way… I know you feel the weight of being an orphan with living parents. I know you are 30 and feel scared and more than anything wanting and needing to be mothered and fathered. I know you are mourning, baby. And it's paralyzing you.
I want you to know something, I see you. I am here.
The puzzle isn't completely put together… and so much of it is. Look what you manifested. Look. In the darkness of your bedroom in the housing projects of Chicago, walking through the lifeless hallways that reeked of sadness, you would chant, “there has to be more to life than this.” And it was. It is. Everything. Baby, everything you wanted, you have now. Leaving was your motivation then.
What if staying is your motivation now? What if those were the years that gave answers and these next years you live in the question? Where you aren't silenced into perfection? Too afraid to fail… because what if you end up poor again? What if you ended up repeating the cycle? Hmmm.. or What if now you get to question and be on your quest…? And this time, you may not have to be numb to do it? What if you don't have to abandon your inner girl anymore? What if you already know what your next step is? What if you don't? What then? What if you knew you had the questions inside and the answers are the questions? What if you didn't have to know what's next now? What if you only needed to be in the right now? To be present with yourself? To remember to stay close to yourself?
I'm writing you not to give you answers, baby. Not to tell you what to do. I'm writing to let you know that I am here. And I see you. I hear your heart beating to dance… to explore your body. Yearning to write— and explore your pain! To study psychology. To heal— to heal the wounds… of yourself and our nation’s children. And I hear your soul asking to be still. To be held. To be touched.
And know that whatever you do— or don't do is exactly the right next thing. Exactly the right path.
I trust you. I trust you. I do.
When the fog comes— turn on your brights and drive slowly. I trust you. When the rain pours, let the windshield wipers swipe quickly… and listen.. and watch. For puddles. I trust you. And when the snow piles block you, I trust you. To navigate. When the sun shines directly in your line of sight, pull the sun visor down… be mindful and know… I trust you.
So— fierce. Purposed. Soft. Heavy. Vulnerable. Questioning. Worthy. Baby girl, you are it. You are in step. I trust you to stay with you. And to know that all that you have now and with all that you are— you are absolutely enough.
