Prelude…

It is no coincidence that the essence of my warrior colors landed on the shoulder of the Soul Survivor Writer.

It is no coincidence that she is a woman, for it is from a woman’s womb that I was born. It is a woman’s voice that I hear speak my thoughts, the beautiful queens that always surrounded me.

I pass this message on through them, through her, to you, with love.

Live your best life and like me, take advantage of every opportunity.

How do I explain my journey?

Numbers may be the best way I know, so be patient as I plant the seeds that will help you all blossom and grow.

GOD’s math has a pre-destined path. The reason why you should be happy and not sad:

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Listen closely. I’ll make sure to go slowly.

June 18,

18′ with an ‘x’ in between is

1 x 8, which is 8, and when 8 is turned horizontally and laid to rest, straight…

Hold on, wait, let me first connect this date

June 24,

24 with an ‘x’ in between is

2 x 4, which is 8 and when 8 is turned horizontally and laid to rest, straight…well

Do you calculate? No, not yet? Okay let me elaborate, educate, and illuminate your conscious mind to elevate and truly see just how GOD operates. You see…

24 years was my assignment but 2 x 4 which is

8, the number of infinity ∞ is my alignment.

And yes, my favorite football team has 8 letters in both names,

C-A-R-O-L-I-N-A

P-A-N-T-H-E-R-S

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So relax, enjoy, it’s whateva, chill, be easy.

Order you a glass of The Weekend this weekend, and listen to some music or whateva.

Just never forget what I always used to say,
“Come tomorrow good vibes and awesome experiences will be sent your way.”

Laugh it up, it’s a celebration!
My soul survives!

Allow me to re-introduce myself:

My name is Leverne De’Arrion Douglas.

Your calm in the storm.

Your protection from harm.

Your sense of peace.

Your reason to love.

Your motivation…

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No, I am NOT a common butterfly but a unique dragonfly.

For only a dragonfly can submerge themselves in deep waters, and rise up through its force with two strong wings on each side.

Wings that can fly through the darkest valleys and truly fear nothing because GOD is with me and I with GOD.

Wings that inspire engineers to create machines that imitate my flight.

Wings that allowed me to escape several things that with your human eyes you could not see;

Wings that span comfort to your heart when they utter in your ears as they flutter, “You ARE somebody.”

Wings that were strategically…

Designed by GOD to help guide you before the rain, rest on your path to remind you that it’s the little things that matter most…you need not complain;

You need not argue or strain for my presence is not absent, nor did I depart in vain…

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My existence existed before and after I exited.

Little did you know you could always find me flying above still waters in the springs and summers…

Resting deep beneath the peace of its calmed waves in the coldest winters.

My presence is forever present to witness the generations of your presence.

For the ultimate present is your unity and love.

So the next time you see a dragonfly fly by,

Say Hi.

It’s no coincidence.

It’s me “Deion”

Waving to you through GOD’s presence.

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“In my face they throw shade, but behind my back they’re glistening from my rays.” ~Linda Orji

Dear Queen

Bask in the shade.

Shade is simply a reflection of your light.

Position your head high, as that shade-light shines upon you.

As it eases off your melanin like sweet juice of summertime watermelon.

Sticking to your shadow like honey due.

The ones behind you use your light to help get them through.

Your skin was designed to take the heat.

So chill and slowly pull your fingers through your artfully braided do

designed by your bootylicious, illest of the realist hair stylist Tasha-mack who

creates conversations full of positivity,  from her go-getta mentality to her perception of reality.

Dear Queen…

I see you stressing over there, pulling out the edges of your hair, worrying if there’s a man out there somewhere willing to take away your worries, love you and care. Well I’m here to tell you baby girl STOP DREAMING! GET YOUR ASS UP NOW! YOU GOT GOALS TO ACCOMPLISH! Don’t let me have to tell you again. Love you girl.

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‘Essence’ became a sense as in common sense.

Then sense  became cents… as in dollars & cents.

Then cent became scent as in a distinctive smell.

I began to wonder what common sense would God speak to us when it came to our idea of the price or cost of love?

What scent are we giving off?

What love aroma is lingering behind us when we walk?

Ephesians 5:2 says walk in love, just as Christ also loved you and gave himself up for us, an offering and a sacrifice to God as a fragrant aroma.

After reading this verse I imagined God saying,

“Y’all out here becoming successful entrepreneurs in the selfish love business.

Selling and marketing love genuinely but reaping the benefits and profiting from it selfishly.

Selling and marketing love genuinely but reaping the benefits and profiting from it selfishly.

Y’all out here taking selfies with each other, calling her your sister, hashtagging I love her then turn around and subliminally dissing her mother.”

I imagined God saying,

“What about beautifully coming together in unity? Real love is about the response when your personal limelight is being threatened.”

I imagined God saying,

“Some of y’all may be uncomfortable with the Soul Survivor Writer’s message today but her life’s purpose consists of delivering to congregations in the realest of the real way for the sake of re-writing and re-righting LOVE history and claiming victory over the true essence of love through unity.”

So after all this came to me I knew I needed to deliver a poem I had written, One Vision. Not only speak it but teach it. I needed to make sure each line was beyond just heard. 

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One Vision

The world. Full of US but can we share one vision?

Can we keep faith at the center, communicate better, and stop ego trippin’?

Diverse eyes watching diverse lives pass away because we’re afraid to come together on one mission.

We’d rather hold a grudge, be jealous, gossip and judge.

Meanwhile Friends, strangers, and loved ones hungry for an ear to take heed and listen.

God confirmed my intuition through a young boy on YouTube, pleading to his mother, “Listen, Linda, Listen!”

We out here trying to put pieces together in search of the main ones missing.

Walking by beggars with no eye contact, hatin’ and dissin’.

It’s not rocket science, or some complicated arithmetic.

First ask oneself the reason for the trials and tribulations.

Next hold close to the details of all conversations;

Then study the moves of the “holy” and “sanctified” population.

Do their moves consists of participation and dedication to those coping with personal starvation hateration, low self-esteem frustration – or like me, child molestation?

We must pay attention to details. Body language, messages, and voice tones whether it be over the phone or sitting in front of someone at home.

We must learn to be observant and ten steps ahead conversant.

Our people are hurting. They are scared. The pressure is heavy!

This life ain’t easy!

So with no hesitation we must choose to make a reservation, and encourage each other to discover that self-innovation.

For we never know the condition of one’s link to self-ammunition;

For we never know the condition of one’s link to self-ammunition;

Or over-stand the intrusion of the delusions that lead to so much confusion.

People are hurting. They are scared. The pressure is heavy! This life ain’t easy!

We are ALL searching for perfection through constant correction, in hopes we’re headed in the right direction.

The world. Full of US but can we share one vision?

Can we keep faith at the center, communicate better, and stop ego trippin’?

I imagine God saying, “The TRUE aroma of a scent of love is knowing the sense in my agape love.”

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THIS SHIT AINT EASY.

I JUST WANT TO WALK AWAY …

BUT I CAN’T….

constipation. 

SINCERELY,

LINDA ORJI

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I blame you for always having a vision and seeing it before it happens.

I blame you for working and showing me what a provider is supposed to be.

I blame you for taking walks in good health with me.

I blame you for never falling back on your word.

I blame you for making it hard for any man to walk into my life as my husband.

I blame you daddy for giving me a last name that means strong tree.

I blame you for  making me a strong woman.

I blame you for my unique sense of fashion and style.

I blame you for my future clothing line’s logo.

I blame you for showing me love instead of telling me love.

Now I can’t grasp anything less than hard work.

Now I won’t settle for anything that isn’t lined up with my  purpose filled vision.

Now I won’t accept  a man who is anything less of what you are.

Now I will not be anything less than the name you have given me.

Now I can’t believe all the times I fought to understand your NO.

You always told me one day I would understand.

You told me that at the end of the day if anything happened you would be there.

You drove a taxi for me.

You starved for me.

You hustled for me.

You fought for me.

You would have died for me.

You understood me before I understood myself.

Now that I understand myself.

I understand you.

I blame you daddy.

I blame you.

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Throwback Thursday I

Took me some time to get started on this post. I knew what I wanted to write about but didn’t necessarily know how I was going to tap into that place. So I’m writing my Throwback Thursday on a Sunday night or early Monday morning rather. That’s life right? Everything doesn’t always happen how you envision it. I’m sure when my grandfather was growing up he didn’t see himself dying on an autumn day in August of 1976 in his Harlem apartment, from heroin overdose.

Ever since I learned that piece of information I’ve watched several documentaries and biopics about notorious drug king pins like; Bumpy Johnson aka the “Harlem Godfather”, Frank Lucas, and of course the “Mr. Untouchable” Nicky Barnes, founder of  one the largest heroin trade organizations in NYC.

I gather based on the rapid influence heroin had on the inner NYC communities back in the 1970’s especially Harlem, I am not the only person who ponders over its gruesome effects on close family members. What a difference a few decades makes right? Harlem went from moving artistic heroes like Countee Cullen and Louis Armstrong to molding community heroes whose heroin flowed through veins like water and nostrils like oxygen. The New Negro Movement became:

Pregnant mothers fiending for another hit.

Spoons being lit…

with fire.

Naked women packing…

small plastic bags, while wearing masks and do-rags.

Drug lords pushing the potent product out to the masses,

while overused veins and an overworked heart collapses.

Every time I watch American Gangster I think of  my grandfather’s life. Could it have been Frank Lucas’s famous Blue Magic that put my grandfather’s heart on overload, causing it to stop forever? Could he have been one of those buyers in the car?

Truth is I will never know. All I am left with is history and my infinite imagination. But what I do know is Black History is not just a month, its a lifestyle. It’s Harlem. It’s my grandfather. It’s where we’ve been and where we’re going. And although I never met him, he is and forever will be my Hero-in Harlem.

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