30 poems. 30 days: Day 27 Warriors Walk Alone

One of my best friends introduced me to this poem by Jessica Care Moore while in college. I would often share with her how I feel "lonely" in this walk to do whatever it is I am supposed to be doing. The frustration I felt at times from people "not getting" the revolution I was trying to ignite within them. She shared this with me to empower me on my journey and I have kept this phrase in my spirit ever since. Sometimes God will position us to roll solo. We have to stop questioning the construction of God’s plan for our lives and start embracing the warrior; lioness that lives within us. The revolutionary who dreams bigger than her mind could ever comprehend because she believes in the power that God has given her to change the world. #nomakeup

Warriors Walk Alone

Jessica Care Moore

Warriors walk alone

But stay protected by their pack

Give them everything they wanted

Then take it all back

Make them find their icon in the mirror

Sprout their own fear and watch them grow

Tell their story – cry when you do it

Turn your blood to funkadelic polkadots

Sign your name in red

Change the I to why

Because we have to change

Because black girls are dying

Because no one showed them how to live

Mama fish, the children will revolt

Whispers and reports of oil spills

Will kill the women

Who make revolution, food for their children

A penny bank full of butterflies

Will never cocoon into enough cash

To pay for the expectations of spectators

Gypsy haters

Wash your colorful wings in the well

Know that all your wishes

Add to our spicy bi**** brew

We are who was sent to you

So, who sent you?

When the s*** goes down

Will you remember which way the blue bird flew?

I advise you carry your compass and your scissors

Next time you go fishing for the worst part of good

I hope your ideas of consciousness

Can get you out this hood

In one piece

We wolves always come in peace

We are the traveling leaf that cries for trees

Music angel.

Stretch your warrior marks

Mark your warrior path

Stretch marks tattoo your temple

Swallow your dimples

Hide your style/market your spirit/sell something/cut it off/save

them/sacrifice/drink water/pray/laugh and breath/cross your legs/get your

gun/wage the war/make them buy it/bat your eyes/rock it out/make them

beg/put the hits on the b side/smile warrior

Listen for your tribe

Here we go!

Check your footprints

Pick them up/shoot em down/take the a train/bite your story

Save your tongue//just get there sista/even if you have to leave a few of

us behind/chant backward rhymes/store your milk for ammunition/ use your

intuition/shave your hair/wish them luck

tell the witch doctors/we don’t give a f***/scar your face/pierce your nose/unwrap the package

define the present 

tell them no

just when they think they’ve have it

meditate while they criticize it/burn sage for the liars who print it/turn

down the stove/only boil with natural fire/burn down their house/watch the

words melt /save the ink/write a new song/return to the ocean/leave them

to

the mermaids/carry your pepper spray/wear your hooker books/tease

them/make

them prove their identity/brand it to their bodies/force them to pin a

star to their clothes/convert the masses/design the logo/create a real

revolution

when no one’s looking

so they’ll never see us

coming