I've been stuck on Harold Green III's Black Roses for a hot lil minute. I truly loved how he told their stories and uplifted each and every woman he spoke on. It was so warm and loving. So...I did a read of how Kimberly Drew's ode sounded in my head and I hope y'all enjoy my reading. **sidenote see if you can find where I goofed in the track**
Kimberly's Cool (Ode To Kimberly Drew)
by Harold Green III
Wayfinder.
Doormaker.
Eyeopener.
Receiptbuilder.
You are a compound word-
an amalgamation of curation.
This Is What I Know About Art:
You are making Black
a primary color,
and your blends
know no end.
You are teaching perception
how to bend.
You show past and present
how to be flexible
and make way for
Black Futures.
Art is fashion,
which means-
you are a portable exhibition.
Art is essential-
like breathing,
or vision.
We see what you see.
Art is for the living.
It helps us understand our existence.
There is an art to comprehension.
You turned equity
into an art form
and made it exquisite.
You put it on display
for all to see.
Met us where we were
and invited us up-
how hospitable.
You made the hidden visible.
Look at the picture you paint.
Everyone, look at what Kimberly drew-
a collage of self-portraits
for us all to view.
The Soft Girl Era thing is niiiice….like I go to; spas (when feasible 😬), massage & therapy sessions, choosing rest over everything, knocking out (y’all know I added 5 after crossing one off) my anime & reading list…like…it’s giving self healing and self care. This gentle shit is where it’s at y’all. Get In To It! 💖💅🏾
I’m at the “Have the day you deserve” point in life. B/c some folks ain’t shit and their day should be as well. Acting small at yo big ass age tsk tsk. 😒
I didn’t realize it before, but I really am being way more gentle with myself. This softer version of me is so beautiful.  She’s kind-er. She’s calm. She’s weird & good vibes. She knows she can tame a horse. Not because she’s tough and rearing to go but because her internal ocean is still waters. I am she and this is my Soft Girl Era. My masculinity is oozing.
I tried to told y'all Harold Green III's Black Roses got me in a chokehold rn. There maybe one more from Black Roses I do b/c I would love for yall to go out an buy his collection to get the full experience. My dude can write his butt off. He really does honor all that he writes about. I picked a few of my favs, & I pray I'm doing his writing justice.
Tamika’s March (Ode To Tamika Mallory)
By Harold Green III
Ms. Voncile and Mr. Stanley
did an amazing job.
They birthed a Harlem Renaissance
with a Bronx mentality.
You’ve scripted testimonies from tragedy.
Through horror-
you’ve found humanity.
When your heart broke-
you found ways to put the world back together.
I know Jason is smiling down at you.
The job of a leader can be thankless.
The ways of an activist can be selfless,
but I know Tarique is proud of you.
All those nights on the road-
just to pave the way.
All those days of rage-
just to find the right words to say.
This is a Black Parade
and you’re a Grand Marshall.
A whole revolution,
but I’m partial.
We owe you more than a thank you.
We owe you our best.
We owe you effort-
on days we feel like caving.
We owe you passion
and patience.
We owe you reciprocation
for the dedication you’ve shown us.
To look evil in the eye
and spit fire.
To know the journey
and not fear tired.
Such power.
What a presence.
Young, Gifted, and Black
A present.
Your upbringing
will always come back around.
You are doing the work of cycles.
A woman.
A fighter.
Lead the way-
we are right behind you.
I figure its high time I let y'all know what I'm all about. This is my official intro to SoftTopXpressions. Aside from being a form of therapy for me. I hope this becomes a safe space for those who need it as well. Plus it'd be stellar if y'all would kindly give a newcomer some feedback. Currently I'm not Grade A, yet I can say with time this lil hobby of mine will allow me to truly blossom.
Black men are needed. Black men are necessary. Thank you and Gratitude to the wonderful men in my life. They weren't perfect, but they were there when it counted most. I love y'all (Can't stand y'all but I love y'all). Goodbye for now Unc., I know Grammy is happy to see you.