Penn Reflections

"Working on material for my next gig. Thank You, God for the opportunities you provide for me. It's amazing to sit back and watch you work. These past few months, it's been challenging to have my hands tied. You tied them on purpose, so I couldn't mess up YOUR master plan. When I felt like I wasn't making progress, I really was because, You were working behind the scenes. If God be with me, who can stand against me? None. And the same goes for ya'll"

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The founder of Your Black Poets, Ayvaunn Penn is an award-winning writer pursing her graduate degrees in dramatic writing and acting. To become a fan of The Penn Speaks on Facebook, click here. To have Miss Penn feature your original poetry on Your Black Poets, click here.  

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The Power of the Black Poet

"Lessons of Love"

Slain Gall

Stop!

I command you

Let me go

You can bind me no more

From this day forward

I declare Freedom

Never again

Will your chains chafe me

Soar

Yes, that I will.

Watch me fly

I rise, a Woman

Strong

You must not have known

What you were stomping to the ground

That expression says it all

Haha

What gall

To think

You could hold me down

Shatter my Will

No

You could not have known

I am telling you

Gone is the day of broken

Will

Has conjured the pieces of me

scattered

I am not

I am

Whole

I

Hold

My

Own

My own roots

I water

The good Lord is my sun

With Him I spring forth

Full bloom

Triumphant

Sturdy stalk

Blushing

Golden

Petals

Tan face forever turning towards the Son

Every morning shedding dewy tears

That kiss the ground from which I sprung

Thankful to the Son

For bathing me in the rays of His love

trampled

I am not

I stand

Tall

© 2012 Ayvaunn Penn

Pray, Believe, And Be Healed

Pray

Believe

And you’ll be healed

That’s what the Believers keep telling me

Well let me tell ya

I been prayin’

And believin’

And over this month and a half

I

have not

been

healed

I can hear it now

“She don’t really believe.

She woulda’ been cured by now.”

I can hear it now

“What have you done that the Lord won’t make you whole?”

I can hear it now

“And she calls herself a Christian. Where’s her Lord?

What kind of fool follows a fickle God?”

I can hear it now

…myself asking

“God, why?”

I ain’t gon’ lie

Many tears have I cried

On the note of not lying…

I still cry

Since the first day this illness hit

I’ve poured over the healing scripts

Reading in the book of Matthew

How my good Lord healed

Leopresy

Palsy

And praying and proclaiming with all of my being

I just knew He would heal me

And on this 14^th day of the 10^th month of 2011

My flesh is still afflicted

This is my human reality

So this human being began to question God

And this human asked:

Why me?

The girl with faith brimming

The girl who looks to You everything

The girl who acknowledges that without You she is nothing

Why me?

The girl who inquired of You her purpose so diligently

The girl who lends her ear to You so earnestly

The girl who finally came to be at peace with that discovery

The girl who You called to write “Why me?”

God, I have prayed

God, I have believed

God, I am waiting

Do you hear me?

Does my faith mean nothing to you?

Why have you not healed me?

My flesh whispers that you mock me

Why are you taking so long?

Into my spirit did my Jesus whisper this song

A sweet melody of reminders of His love

A kind chastisement of my doubt to draw me back into His arms

Reeling me in before my mind was too far gone

These thoughts the Lord brought to me:

God will heal me

I’m on God’s time

Not my own

Besides

All things are for His glory

Not my own

God would not be God if I could command Him to do as I say

When I say

I may call upon God and trust in God to keep the promises He made

But I should not be dismayed or think He has failed me

Just because He does not do what I want

When I want

This is a trying of my faith to make me stronger

Then all was still

And to me did God draw near

It was as though a hand drew back my hair

And a strong voice whispered tenderly in my ear:

Doubt no longer

My Word declares that it is already done

Your prayers and belief are not for none

Doubt ye no longer

Your time does mine exceed

Patience, Merrily

You are healed

When your time meets mine

Not only will you see, but

Feel 

© 2012 Ayvaunn Penn

Thorn In My Side

Gladly did I lay down me

Upon the sands so humbly

To the Lord my side did I reveal

Closed my eyes

And was still

I rested in the Lord and was at peace

Rest did I in the Lord

But flesh against my spirit in me did war

Quickly did my Lord cease the fire

Lest more against my spirit my flesh could conspire

When I was done resting in the Lord

I opened my eyes

And beheld in my side

This thorn

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This thorn do not I hide

I boast to call it mine

Not only of God’s existence does it constantly remind me,

But that no matter how great my success is

                It is always because of Him, never because of me

It reminds me of my place,

That the Lord’s not behind me

                That God is God

                Not me

Though for some it would drive them insane

This thorn in my side is nothing near my existence’s bane

For Moses it was a stutter

For me it’s a muscle mutter

For you some vice of some other

And when the eyes of others fall upon it

Dare ye not to hide it

But yours boast to call it

For some thorn of some form God all of us adorns

So it was gladly that I laid down my pride

And with closed eyes

Trusted the Lord to pierce me

II Corinthians 12:7-10 KJV

© 2012 Ayvaunn Penn