Black Lives Matter: Six Poems

Poetry can often channel grief, pain, solidarity, and resistance in ways that everyday language can’t.

Black Lives Matter: Six Poems

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In Excess…

Good Morning. What a lovely morning it is!!! I wanted to share a little poetic praise this awesome Shabbat Morning.

You love me in excess
I drown in the overflow of your love
And there is so much of you I have yet to experience
I live in the overflow of your presence
You love me in excess of your patience and I am still
You love me in the excess of kindness and I smile with freedom on my teeth
You love me with more joy and peace than i can hold
I drown in the excess of you
You love me in excess and its never too much
Yah you love me past full
This cup overflows with you
I desire the overflow
Fill me with you
Love me in excess
You love me gentle
And soften my heart
I highly surrender
You Yah love me in excess and its never too much
I am healed in your excess
Free in your excess
Delievered in your excess
Brand new in your excess
You could never love me too much
Your excess is amazing
I surrender to your excess love
Love me in excess
I want the overflow of you
And there is so much of you I have yet to experience
In excess

©2020 Tehilayah Ysrayl

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and Stop…

Do you know How does it feel to mourn everyday
Tears falling from cant see morning to cant see night
Storm outta not come
Cause My tears are flood waters
I build a damn from the pits of this soul
Another breathe released from its lungs
More bodies cradled in caskets
Another mother builds
a damn
There are only a few people who give a damn
And we tear down those damns
Only fears we have are from those who look like us
Breath like us
And stop
Like us
Our fear taught us how not
to hate the enemy
Only hate ourselves
Only hate those who breathe like us
And stop
It’s not about community anymore
No more borrowing sugar
Cause it will just taste like salt anyway
Bitter and pained
Everyman for himself
Put your love in your back pocket
This aint that
throw your softness overboard
Take your kindness with it
Hard bodies make it easier to hear them drop
Roses no longer grow from concrete
They only grow in graveyards
Funeral homes become family reunions
Pall bearers electric slide Caskets into hurses
Cause nobody is stepping in the name of love
But our Court is held in the street
All rise
Or all fall
Jury of our peers
Shoot out at the mall
Drive by at mama’s house
Gun fight in the children’s zoo parking lot
Cause we know what it feels like to mourn every day
and Build more damns
Just so we can graffiti their tombstones on them
Memorialize them to live forever on white tees
And forget about them in our hearts
Tattoo them on our forearms cause it’s the only way we can hug them again
These streets hard
This world harder
These crys loud
These tears louder
This pain loud
This healing louder
This life hard
This breath louder
Until it’s not
Until it stops

©2019Tehilayah Ysrayl

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Meditation Monday..

Hey there lovely people.. Yes today I call Meditation Monday! Yayyy!

I have been in a place where I am trying to be more mindful of my breath. I am more aware of my surroundings. I have made a conscience decision to slow down. Those that know me, know that I talk fast. I will go one hundred miles an hour if you dont stop me. I live a fast pace life but that has all been slowed down. When you slow down you notice things you never did before. This pace is pretty cool.

So whats is todays meditation? Peace.

People see peace in this picture above and they have thoughts that it’s beautiful and peaceful looking. I know I did. But peace is more than that. It’s a fight to keep the chaos under control.

Notice how the waters are raging over the rocks behind the swan. It can be a deafening sound and very distracting. Not only are the waters in chaos but right under the surface, where the swan is resting, is the pattering of feet. The swan’s feet are moving at a rapid pace to stay above the water and not be pulled into the raging water. It takes a great amount of strength to not succumb to the distractions of chaos.

Starring and meditating on this picture I took away a new understanding. Peace doesn’t always come easy. Its not always wrapped up in rainbows and sunshine. Sometimes right along side peace there is chaos. There are rushing waters and in the rain crashing thunder. You just have to decide what you will submit to. Peace or chaos it’s your choice. Its your choice to rise above all the distraction and negativity to keep your peace. Sometimes you will have to quicken your steps to remove yourselves from situations and follow a new path. In the journey to find peace you sometimes have to be alone.

Today, like the swan I turn my back to the raging waters and I patter my feet underneath the still waters, leaving ripples of smiles that reflect light. I will go alone if that is what it takes.

Keeping my peace all 2019 y’all!

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Morning Dew…

I hide my tears under the cover of morning showers
Scrubbing this stained skin fiercely
Hoping this brokenness will flow from eyes to drain
Steam never letting joy in through these pores
I hide these tears under the cover of morning showers, And exit the waters renewed and awakened.

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Reflections of 2018

It’s 2019! Yes, I know I am about 6 days late, but I’m a busy woman. However, I remember a time where there were rumors that the world would end in 2000. I laugh at that now as I look back over my life. However, let me make this disclaimer. “I do not celebrate New Years or any other holiday”. I am looking back on 2018 for purposes of reflections and growth.

Now that we have that out of the way, let’s get to the part where I reflect. I have learned so much, most of it coming from the last part of 2018. Surprises, that are not all good but are teaching me lessons about myself I had not examined too deeply.

1. Self Care is Important

I am a wife and a mother. My life has been busy since I said I do and heard the cry of my son. I have poured myself into my family without care for myself. Sometimes I sacrificed my sanity to make sure that they were taken care of. This year I learned that I can’t pour from an empty cup. Years of neglect on my own mental and physical well being caught up with me. I ended this year with some health issues because of it. So if I can be a voice for other people in this world it would be that you are important. You can’t give anyone anything that you don’t have. Always remember to take time for you. Even if the moment is 10 minutes to just close your eyes and breathe. It’s so simple to relieve tension you may have not known that you were carrying. Create a routine that can help you to relax. If there is a certain type of music that you like, play it. A favorite candle you like to burn, burn it. Whatever can help you to take a moment and enjoy just you, do it. You are no good to yourself or anyone if you have not taken care of yourself.

2. Breathing is Everything

Breathing is everything! You don’t breathe you die. Lol, seriously! Being mindful of the small moments that create memories was a game changer for me. I learned this too later in 2018. I am now aware that every moment is precious. I learned that breathing slows me down and allows me to see the moment in a new light. I can react differently to situations and confrontations by just taking a breath. This allows me to think before I speak, tasting my words before I let them loose. I can control my tone better so as to not come off harsh or impatient.

3. Not everything happens the way we see it in our minds

This was a lesson that I thought I learned long ago. I realized that I had not learned this at all. I had a plan to release a poetry book. However, there were so many roadblocks that stood in the way of every date that I set. It seemed that I was never going to get this book out. It wasn’t until I threw my hands in the air and almost gave up that I realized that my vision wasn’t the vision that was planned for me. So it’s release has been pushed back and I have not set a new date yet. But, the vision is being shown and I see it being shown to me clearly.

4. We are always growing and changing

I am not the same person I was in 2017 by far. And I’m definitely not the person I was at the beginning of 2018. If you are the same person year after year and have not grown, then you may need to self examine. I did most of my changing in the later part of the year. I realized just how disciplined that I could be. I leveled up, lol. There are certain things that I tolerate now that I never tolerated before. There are certain things that I didn’t mind that now are definitely a no go, I have learned that my voice matters and now I speak up when I didn’t before. I grew into boundaries that I will not allow people to cross for my own mental sanity and happiness. I have put up walls and broken some down. I am learning to always be my authentic self. Never compromising my integrity for someone else’s comfort. My favorite phrase I picked up in 2018 is, “yeah, I’m not with it or I am not doing it”. I learned that I do not have to be a yes woman. I have learned that no does not have to hurt peoples feelings. I am changing! Becoming a better me for me.

I am not sure what 2019 is going to offer me but I am hopeful that it will be full of joy and growth. I hope that if we are blessed enough to see 2020 that we will have grown even more. It’s high time we level up in whatever we put our hands to do. First goal, write my soul on paper in 2019! That’s right my goal is more poetry. I also have a mind to dabble in some creative fiction writing. We will see soon enough.

Have a great level up year and dont forget to leave no line left behind!!

Hebrew Poetry

Hello beautiful people. I hope your pens have been busy.
Lately I have been studying poetry as a whole. I have been revisiting some of my favorite poets, Langston Hughes, Maya Angelou, Countee Cullen and so many more. But I wanted to go deeper. Then it dawned on me. My Name! Why didnt I think of that? My name is hebrew and it means song of praise. A tehillah/tehila is hebrew for praise or praises or what we call the Psalms today. What didnt dawn on me immediately, was that the Psalms were poetry. (Duh, you should see my face right now). There are times where I really space it, smh. Sometimes when you understand your name you understand your purpose! I have really been meditating on my name because this is a big name to carry.

For as long as I could remember I have loved poetry. Before there was the sonnet, free verses, iambic pentanemers, haiku, and lyrics there were psalms (tehila). Before I caressed the pen and words found themselves breaking free through ink, poetry had etched its place in history.

Hebrew thought has never been abstract. Everything is always described by its function. The same way poetry uses word play and metaphors to describe an action or to create a visual. For example, Psalms 42:1 says, As the deer pants for the water brooks, So pants my soul for You, O Yah (I use the Fathers name according to Psalms 68:4). Can you visualize the picture that is being painted in your mind? Yes! This is poetry! 

So I’m studying more and desiring to perfect this craft/gift. Painting pictures of my words before my pen manifests them. Using the psalms as my encouragement and one day I will inhabit the name I was given. 

Don’t forget to keep the pen to paper! Leave no line left behind!


We traveled too far from home
Passed the gates of refuge onto
The path connected to our demise
Too far from Edens gate
We ate from the hands of poison
Away from nourishment and pureness
Away from fruit that kept us
Now we fight against hunger pains
And being fools
Yes, we traveled too far from home
We till this flesh creating a new man
transformed from the dust of this ground
Instead the wind blows us to and fro
Dust we keep returning
Repeating the same sins and hiding from the call of his voice
Too afraid to meet him face to face
So we cover our freedom with captive coats of skin
Yes we’ve travelled too far from home

©2018 Tehilayah Ysrayl

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Pen Speak…

I write on these lines with my tears
My body a pen with words I cant not muster
So I cry more
Staining the pages
Cupping this body between my fingers
Delicate its intentions
And I cry more
Hoping this peice speaks to me
For me
With me
Hoping the ending stanza frees me

© 2018 Tehilayah Ysrayl

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