This week's blog, I'm honored to have fellow poet Marcken Volmy. He's also a Licensed Mental Health Counselor and founder of Bedrock Counseling, a company that offers a full scope of counseling services that includes teletherapy.
Marcken is gracious enough to share his poem "Beauty" with us. Here's a brief explanation of the piece.
"Women, especially women of color are one of the most marginalized groups of people. As a result of this, women tend to pick up the slack where a lot of men fall short in caring for them. This can lead to a plethora of unresolved mental health issues that can go unnoticed as just a woman being strong again. I wrote the poem "Beauty" in homage to all of the women out there who are persevering through life in spite of it."
Enjoy!
BEAUTY
by Marcken Volmy
I remember the days
When meaningful statements
Made the best speeches
When less was more
Equally portioned out
To selfish and compassionate people
Spiritually conditioned to resist
The brutality of brute strength
Your selfless efforts
Perspire into the morning dew
That brushes against your night gown
You are woman
Cut from a fabric creatively woven
To match the patterns of her exclusivity
Her predecessors have made much
Of a God who’s graced her for times like this
She blushes at the scars of comparison
That are inaccurately portrayed by the media
So she socially hides her insecurities
In fears of befriending a world that never
Embraced her status in the first place
She’s that single mother who's committed to the struggle
She’s that unappreciated wife expected
To meet everyone else’s expectations but her own
She silently fears someone eavesdropping
On the daily conversations she has with her younger self
She’s a queen with regal grace
Disregarded by many
And very few have loved like her
She’s the quintessential of
What little girls would love to be like
And the type of woman a real man
Would love to marry
Her smile is thought provoking
And her conversations would
Keep divorced couples engaged
She has carried the burdens
Of living up to a status quo
That has miscarried her worth
Leaving her puzzled and bewildered
As she struggles to piece back her brokenness
That cuts at those closest to her
Society judges her by her shape
Finding her guilty
Of shaping the confidence of insecure little girls
She loves deeply to overcompensate
For those that have purposefully hurt her
She’s the first to rise
And the last one whose head massages her pillow at night
Men have hurt her in places where
Scalpels would dull out before making a single incision
She rose on the horizon of God’s mind
To stimulate mystery in places
That are still unbeknownst to artistry
Her silhouette is behind every great man
And only a fool would leave her for
The embrace of what’s destined to not last
She is beautiful, Proverbs 31, damaged goods, can’t forgive herself
Wears her indiscretions daily
A naked soul
Clothed by Christ
Left to believe in a God who will
One day make all things right
She’s spent a lifetime dealing
With the ugliness of life
That’s brought out the beauty in her femininity
She is woman in every sense of the word
And to me that is true beauty
© Copyright Marcken Volmy 2020
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