DESTINY

Destiny got me like “fist up and power to the people for the righteous cause”

For the call

I decided to answer.

Played with it at first, acted like I didn’t hear Him calling my name

But it’s something about His essence

Sitting in the dark just brought more shame to my name

Queen

Trinity

Who am I?

Who was He?

How were we connected?

Where did I start?

He told me to stop asking so many questions and just learn to play my part

One step at a time I followed this call

All around me I watched as people I loved fall, and fell, and people I loved and knew well ended up in prison cells with one-hundred-year sentences and I started thinking,

“What is this?” I mean what is life and how was I able to sleep at night when my peers and their children, dreams, and aspirations remained trapped on the inside? Unable to fly.

This revelation just made me stand that much firmer, deep roots penetrating East Oakland’s streets. I decided to give this rotting city all of me. I’d heal it at its core deep down and begin the process of restoring the once-fruitful soil. I’d remind them of their reflection and their core. I’d tell them to look up from the pigpens and come back home to their Father who is waiting, willing and ready to restore.

I stand firm, fist up to the sky, hair big and flying free, rain boots, tattoo of love lost on my left arm, bright-eyed beautiful black son representing love restored on my right.

Beautifully broken heart exposed for the children to see, words full of wisdom and passion given from the Holy Spirit for me to speak. I can do nothing without the Father. May His perfect will be done, in the name of God the Father, His Holy Spirit, and Jesus His precious son. Whose death and resurrection meant the battle was already won. It’s only because of Him I can stand tall, and make this humble confession before you all.

I am

Queen

Trinity

Jones

The daughter of a heavenly King. Restored and put back together in order to glean

His holy light to point the lost back home

His heart aches watching you destroy and roam

Be anxious for nothing

But make your confessions known

And let the Father restore you

And guide you home.