Through these melanated eyes I stare back at myself
I am not sure I know what I see
The rug has been snatched from underneath my feet
The moment I realized I knew nothing prior to the transatlantic slave trade
The moment I realized I didn’t know myself
I didn’t know the power that runs through my veins
I didn’t know of the arsenal of Gods I walk with daily
I didn’t know that my strengths were also my self imposed limitations
I didn’t know how much confusion laid dormant in my subconscious mind
I felt this burning sensation rise up in my solar plexus
Release hit me like the first time I told myself brown skin was ugly
Everything I thought I knew was a lie
But even on the road to finding my truth I still feel a little lost
I know that this is only temporary
And in due time I will come to know harmony
I am beginning to remember
But I’m not yet ready to fly
With every inch of my being I ignore the coldness of the water
One foot in
Thoughts of doubt begin to plague my mind
Goose bumps quickly find their way to the surface of my skin
Knee deep in still waters
Anxiety brings about shakes the mind cannot seem to control
Sporadic breathing sets in as my core begins to tighten
It’s like my chest is beginning to cave in
Removing myself at this point will do more harm than good
Deep breaths fill my diaphragm
As the surface kisses my collar bone the pressure becomes comforting
Salvation is near
As the wind slips past the nape of my neck
I submerge without thought
Sun rays greet me as I flow freely
This is home now
Here is where I belong
Sometimes I wonder what it is I truly desire to see as a photographer.
Do I shoot because I can or do I shoot because it is truly my passion?
I think I am more intrigued by the creation process than I am the finished product.
I am told I have an eye, but for some reason I cannot pinpoint my very own style.
I find myself focused on the technical aspects so much now I have lost sight of how glorious the human body truly is. The small hairs that grows so subtly out of every single pore spread across our delicate skin.
Composition, lighting, color.
What about me the meaning behind the image?
The intensity I breath should be felt in every image.
Why do I create?
Apparently to express my feelings.
But why do my feelings feel so lackluster?
Seems like only words can truly paint a picture of my devine being.
I think my images display my deepest insecurities.
I come alive through those I capture.
I have no flaws when I am shooting because through my eyes they are perfect.
I guess that’s why I often love the images they don’t particularly care for.
I appreciate the raw.
Maybe because I live my life in its most rawest form.
Unpainted nails and toes most men would snarl at.
Dirty sneakers and uncombed hair with my truest face always revealed to the world.
I have no thoughts. Therefore I am just going to write. I am going to write until my dormant thoughts rise to the surface. I am going to write until I feel something.
What do I want to feel?
I want to feel his warm hand gripping the nape of my neck while the other finds it’s way to that wonderful home lined in gold.
I want to feel the expansion of my lungs and the restriction of oxygen to my brain as I indulge in a blunt.
I want to feel all the confidence I lacked as a child.
I want to feel the spirit of every god I’ve managed to capture in time.
I want to feel the unconditional love a father has for his child.
I want to feel the shutter release every time I open my eyes.
I want to feel the world accept me for who I am and not who I am expected to be.
I want to feel excitement.
I want to whole
I want to feel complete
Now I just wish I knew what was missing…
Infatuation is a hell of a drug
Coursing through my veins as I indulge in your toxicity
Happiness is a pulsating clitoris
My heart rate decreases as the vibrations consume me
I want to feel
Let me feel
Drifting into a world uncharted
Welcoming all feelings of unfamiliarity
Though the outcome has the power to destroy me
I rather be draped in your infatuation
New track from a favorite artist of mine, Selah Sue.
This song speaks volumes, and honestly, it speaks my heart.
Some people need to receive a breakthrough in order to make changes in their life. Some people need to make changes in their life in order to receive a breakthrough.