Womanifesto

It is no secret that I love Jill Scott.

She writes the life and love soundtrack for the substantive woman of color’s biography. Her songs cross all spiritual, sensual, emotional, political, and socio-economic spectrums. If the black woman was to be comprehended by notes and lyrics, I would forward all inquiries to her anthology.

There’s a Jill Scott song for ever watershed moment in my life. Her most recent album proves to be no different.

This year, God told me that the sky would open up in my life. A number of the things I had been patient with His process on, would finally come to fruition. By the same token, a number of the things I needed to change about my life would be exposed, namely those things where my faith needed to be stretched and tested.
Over the last few months, I have been “released” literally and figuratively from things (and people) that held me in grossly expired bondage. To be exact, that bondage lasted for almost 10 years. I’ve been forced to confront my demons and secrets. I’ve been forced to take an honest look at myself naked and make up-less in the mirror. God pointed to my issues and trusted me to correct them.

I planted my feet and battled.

And when I woke, everything I went through was beautiful.