A Beautiful Woman
Posted by Erick Kurniawan on 20 March 2012

A poem by Jasmine Nkrumah, poet, Baylor University
What do we want to be?
Girls grow up to be superstars, shining only in the eyes of their stuffed teddy bears
They want to be singers, confessing their souls into hairbrushes
Or dancers, speaking the laughs and cries of life through the different angles formed with their body
Or models… stomping out infamous insecurities down runways with 5 inches of plastic courage
But see me
I was always the girl that wanted to be the blue power ranger
Because I never liked the color pink
I was the girl that would fight a boy if he perceived me as anything other than beautiful.
I was… no I am the woman whose heart is carved out of gold
Whose blood resembles the love of my Father
I am the courage birthed from women who worked through stains on their confidence
But with distinctive determination, they breathed in a dream
A dream of generational blessings
So when you ask me “What do you want to be?”
I will always answer “I want to be 31”
No, I’m not striving to reach an age that the media will betray and portray to us as “the golden years”
No, I pray to God each day… To make me 31.
I pray to make me virtuous.
To make me so priceless that no rock could buy my heart out
I pray to give me a man that won’t grow green with envy and in turn throw green at me just to keep me.
Because I am a woman who does not need money to love
I pray for Him to make me the owl that never sleeps
Because the world will always need to be nurtured
And with the hands I am blessed to have, I pray he makes me the world’s best gardener
So I can bear nothing but good things with a simple touch.
I pray for Him to make my arms strong
So that after a day of ridicule, I can still carry the world’s expectations on my back
And not care for any one of them
Because I. Am. Beautiful.
I pray for Him to make me flexible so my hand can stretch far enough to touch the poor and the needy.
I pray for Him to make me out of the heaviest wool, so that after the coldest of winters in life, I am still able to keep my loved ones warm.
I pray to have modesty bathe me in my clothes; to never appear on top of the world when there is only one throne for only one Divine Being.
I pray to not make me stale like idle bread, but to make me fresh as the sweetest of fruit
“Favor is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that fears the LORD, she shall be praised.”-Proverbs 31:30
So, even as an old woman, struggling to get out of bed, I will ask My Lord.
“Jesus, when I grow up, I want to be 31”
Source: http://live31.org/a-poetic-testimony/
All the praise & glory to GOD
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