This is a man (Malcolm X) I believe gave our Black people confidence in times most needed. He extended common sense amongst scrambled minds and perspective to scholars who thought they had it figured out. His methods, must like a scientist. I'm speaking of the way he even compartmentalized subjects with much harmony and such fluidity. I respect the approaches he took to bind our Black people. I know that he held sincere compassion for the progress of our Black communities. This is why he weighs so heavy on us 50 years later. Probably heavier than ever, he resonates. He rises every time the consistent bullet of injustice pierces the flesh of our people. Each time one falls victim to ignorance or returns to the way they know better than to follow, Malcolm X is there. He is in our Black men, the rebellious hunger. The starvation and thirst will drive you to a point of discipline and control of self or the continuous massacre of dignity, pride and structure in the Black body. We are failing ourselves. We were once victims and for too long stayed that way. We are surely oppressed and have been for too long but we are not to feel sorry for ourselves. We are not to help the oppressor further press us down into our own graves. We are not victims anymore. We are not to allow others to sympathize for us. We are not the minority, they may say what they will. We have learned far too many lessons and we have had far too many teachers to continue letting this ignorance run through and destroy our beauty. Volumes of lectures, instructions - literally the key to rising is in our possession and we have failed generation after generation to seam our strengths and unlock what is already ours. We have been warned, it will not be an easy task nor a joyful journey. We will fight, we will bleed, we will not rest many nights, we will not look the same many years from now, we will not hold the same energy, we will not have the amount of time that we have at this very moment. The amount of time that we have to wake up, change and be better for those looking for answers 50 years from now. Like those before us, it is up to us to leave our words, power and visions as the foundation of inspiration, as the response for what our struggle has really meant and the love that has to be built to get us there. *

© 2015 Rhea Nadia

Feel it all at once,
once and for all.
Or *never at all

And will always be
what my dreams are made of.

*© Rhea Nadia

Quit chasing red lights and running into dead ends.
Patience will surely see that light emerges from the ****** hue.
Do not become a causality.
That is a war for time and time alone.

*© 2014 Rhea Nadia

I know you’ve cried about it
and even from this distance I’ve caught every single tear.
I feel you tossing & turning in my head on nights you can’t catch sleep.
We share afternoon and midnight thoughts.
I am that distraction when you’re dazed from the present moment.
That’s still me.
I’ve sensed your confusion,
your fuel from sadness and
your frustration from undeserving happiness.
I’ve learned to follow your anger to a place so deep in your heart,
even you forgot how to get there.
I just remember the way.
Its
the
same
way
we
took
to
mine.

*© 2014 Rhea Nadia

If we could just get the timing right.
If we could just be lucky for once.
If our paths would just intersect exactly where they're supposed to...

If only we said the same prayer each night, for the rest of our lives.
If only we vowed never to put one another out of our minds.

If the universe could promise us one thing...
If eternal life meant, our eternal beings,
linking up somehow and merging.

(IF)


Things would always be what they never will.
We would always have what we tried to capture.
Stars would always align just where we want them.
Our spirits would share a kiss sealed
by the weight of each footstep it took for us to finally meet.
Every breath we've taken from birth until now,
it would be worth it seven times over.

If my words met your thoughts,
your thoughts met my mind,
my mind met your body,
your body met my heart
and your heart met my hand...
This would be me touching you there,
if only we could just get the timing right.

*© 2014 Rhea Nadia

This cafe is no Starbucks.
No tea leaf&coffee; bean here.
They don't even play music.
Instead of tables and stools,
I've found myself lounged on top
of a quaint, bohemian styled sofa.
I'm figuring the target atmosphere is comfort.
Its fitting, but not for me.

Old memories are sitting on the sofa across, staring right at me.
I have to remind myself not to wave.
"Don't give in to nostalgia.
Forget us all. If you do and you come back, don't come see me."
Be that the representation of everything I have to let go.

*© 2014 Rhea Nadia

He said I was all fire and no light.
all fire and no light

I have a strong mouth with no bite.

A fitting passion but won’t fight.

I’m all shell. Empty inside.

I’m everything that won’t combine.

A cup of french vanilla with no chai.

I’m incomplete with no wonder why...

He went on calling me an archer with no aim.

Still a fire but no flame.
A soul gone unclaimed.

My celestial being has been chained.
This man said this without ever knowing my name.

*© 2014 Rhea Nadia

Some flowers never die, you know?

**© 2014 Rhea Nadia

I understand elongation is not equal to eternity.
I know that everything is temporary.
I just can’t help but recognize you as my evermore.

*© 2014 Rhea Nadia

Call me the calm after the storm. 
The glow around the moon. 
The moment you release but not a moment too soon.

**© 2014 Rhea Nadia