Is It A New Day?

Just Me

Yes, I am all woman. Yes, I am African-American. Yes, I am a disciple of Jesus Christ (Yeshua Ha’Meshiach) and Daughter of Jehovah (YHWH). Yes, I am a mother of two bi-racial (by DNA: multi-racial) boys. Yes, I am androgynous looking to the point where I have been asked if I am a boy or a girl  multiple times through my almost 42 years of existence. Yes, I am heterosexual. Yes, I can be loud yet deathly quiet at the same time. Yes, my extended family that raised me and my multitude of Aunts, Uncles, and cousins have different skin tones. Yes, that same extended family has generations of interracial relationships resulting in my family being beautiful in more ways than one. Yes, my language is beyond human to include both dark and light; one cannot exist without the other. Yes, I read the Jewish Bible while gaining understanding. Yes, I read the Greek Bible while gaining knowledge. Yes, I have been diagnosed with a Mental Health Illness. Yes, I stand firm on the right for Cannabis to be legalized recreationally. No, I do not condone murder but have no recourse except to accept it in certain forms because it is a part of our human history. Yes, I support our military Men and Women. Yes, I am a warrior of  magnanimous proportions. Yes, bullying is much more than physical and I know what that is like. Yes, I have had conversations with those close that don’t acknowledge their racist tendencies. Yes, I am prejudice because I have eyeballs that work.

Why?

Because I am able to breathe.

Why?

Because I am able to stand.

Why?

Because the House our top leader resides in every 4-8 years was built by my ancestors.

Dr. King’s dream has not been fulfilled yet. Homelessness still abounds. Housing inequality still exists. Our pre-judgments do not necessarily have to be our final thoughts about a person, group, incident, or situation.

Yes, I am blessed but it does not negate that too many in this “…land of the free and home of the brave…” cannot even get a good meal without some questioning their need to be needy. The need to be beautiful and seen as such shouldn’t be our fight on the frontline. Yes, I judge myself almost daily just to keep myself calm by outward appearances. Beautiful is beautiful. We are in this together. I may not understand another’s lifestyle but that doesn’t mean I won’t stand with them the same as they would stand with me. Abuse crosses color, gender, age, and national barriers. Harassment is harassment regardless of who is on the negative end of the baton or unwanted sexual advancements.

Before you can begin to judge, you must learn and know what it is to be judged by those you thought you could trust. When they say trust no one, it’s not a joke. We will all be judged by our Creator. Make it a shorter line. Judge yourself to come and understand how to judge another by what they hold inside. By the judgments you judge another, you shall be judged.

Death is but the beginning; Life has no end. One spark ignites a whole consuming fire.

-Alicia R. Shipe-

 

Promotional Video (Don’t Let the Bedbugs Bite)

View my promo vid under the sales tab in the menu for a republished edition of my book Don’t Let the Bedbugs Bite: One Account of God’s Grace. There are also links to purchase both of my books (described below) as well as one of my videos. Selah.

Living in the span of time we currently dwell isn’t easy; especially with all the data being thrown at us as well as data being ‘lost’. We are losing our identity moment by moment. Allow this book to take your thoughts on a journey through a portion of my persona. Here is a synopsis written by my publisher, Folio Ave. God bless them. I didn’t make it easy for them. Continue reading

!ENOUGH! (Re-post)

Alicia Renee Polston-Shipe
Writer/Artist

!ENOUGH!

January 23, 2019

One thing that my personal “true blues” know about me is I will never hesitate to cut someone away from me that I feel I can’t trust. They have either seen it, been victim to it, or have heard the raw emotions in my voice when I have come to them for comforting or consoling. Another thing my “true blues” know about me is if I have it, I have no problem sharing with those around me. Some also know how much fun I can be. Somehow some have gotten the impression that I would go hungry to please another person. Y’all can let that go. Never has been true and never will. In the past I have given too much of my being and been crushed in the process [on-going tragedy of my existence]. I have also spoken out of line, out of turn, enthusiastically, sarcastically, and whatever else. It is what is and it will BE whatever it’s called to BE. My circle is extremely eclectic and I love each of them [though through age it narrows]. I have peeps that are white, brown, Filipino, African-American (since y’all want to be “politically correct” (what an oxy-“MORON”), republican, democrat, don’t care, depressed, anxious, ADHD, and every other label anyone chooses. Here’s the point. I disagree with each and every one of them on a regular basis and we tend to get along fine. The ones that I don’t, I ignore or 👏🏾 clap 👏🏾 back (work in progress). Simple as that. Continue reading