Friday, March 16, 2018

Letter to 16-year-old me

Hey you,

I know you’re struggling right now. This year is going to be difficult. You’re going to get your heart broken and doubt yourself a lot, but in the midst of what feels like the end of the world I want you remember a few things:

-If he deserved you, he’d be the kind of man who stays, who fights for you
-Stay soft. keep loving with every inch of yourself. Being aloof and unaffected sounds cool and powerful, but it’s just a shine mask for pain and insecurity. The way you love, with all of you, with reckless abandon, is beautiful.
-If anyone mocks you for “caring too much” or “feeling to hard” ignore them. You’re a baby dragon, and that fire and those wings take some getting used to.Learning to fly is hard, but I promise you’ll get there.
-Don’t apologize so much. Sure, apologize when you mess up, but being you doesn’t constitute messing up

I’m 8 years older than you, which doesn’t sounds like much, but let me tell you… if feels like decades. Did you know that you deserve love, to be taken seriously, to be respected, to be a mess. You’re great! I swear you’re the only who doesn’t like you, but your opinion is the most important. And guess what, YOU ARE STUNNING! Girl, look at how your eyes twinkle! Your freckles are little angel kisses.  You have fantastic skin. Your body is smokin’, and guess what…it’s going to change often over the next few years. This is normal and healthy, and you’re still smokin.’ (For the record, there are a lot of guys at school who think you’re cute)

I just love how safe people feel around you. It’s like you have a superpower or something. I’m legitimately so proud of you! You’re hilarious and kind and SUPER smart. Like seriously, you are so intellectually capable. Don’t let people pigeon-hole you into “people smart.” Your brain is extremely powerful and strategic. Don’t argue with me! I know things, cuz I’m you and I’m fucking brilliant.

Hey, read more poetry… not dead, white guys, though (they’re great, but not what you need right now). Read modern women. Women who are fighters, who don’t apologize too much. You’ll love it. 

Also, can I just tell you… you have so much to look forward to. You’re in for such an exciting couple years! You’re going to fall in love, get your heart broken, learn to stand up for yourself, start cool things, write awesome poetry, travel the world, have one of your dream jobs, learn to cook, live alone, have a cat, make the best friends, know God in new and heart wrenchingly beautiful ways, lose people you love, learn to really appreciate family.

I know it’s hard, but don’t be so mean to yourself. Self-hatred is not holiness, and it actually hurts God’s heart to see you torture yourself. You are a rockstar. You become an amazing young adult, so I can’t imagine what a glorious old lady you are going to be someday. Read lots of memoirs and kids’ books. But the most important thing for you to know and remember is that I love you. I love you so much. Someday I will have enough strength to love you for the both of us, but for today all I can say is.. I love you. I love you. I love you. Don’t you forget it. I don’t have to love you. I love you because you’re awesome. You are incredible, Susanna Christian Spearman.

Warm regards,
24-year-old you


P.S.Boys are dumb. Please try to remember this. I know you like them, but they are so dumb.

January 2018

Thursday, March 15, 2018

I am insatiable 
and I will be fed
have no doubt

whether you are
willing or
hesitant prey
makes no difference
to me

12.19.17

a letter to my enemy

I am supposed to love you
you are a complex & wounded
human being
but loving you is
really a question of cost
what will it cost my heart
to turn towards you
if I remain cold, I am protected
if I maintain distance, those I love are safe
if I love you only in hopes
that you will change
that is not love

as I write this I realize
that I am afraid that
I will actually love you
because
humans are so
beautiful and
messy and
sympathetic and
promising
and loving you means
forgiveness and humility
unclenching my fists
dousing my fury
loving you means
a cool stream and fresh rain
on the burning wasteland of my hatred

so, susanna, I choose to love you
now you must carry on and
pass the love forward
to others who are
hard to love

3.7.18
Do you ever wonder
if you came from
somewhere else
because the only thing
you've always understood
is being misunderstood
as if you were born
out of some deep rift
in the earth
where pain & stories
from every place & age
hold hands

2.21.18
Be blinding
and loud
and don't
apologize
for the space
you occupy

-inspired by
Upile Chisala

2.21.18

to sister prophetess

my roving heart
found a home in your words
yet i cannot summon
the right words to
thank you

you are
woman
powerful
black
prophetess
strong
beautiful
kind

yours was the first voice
to call me powerful
to teach me that
power & shame
are not dishes
mean to be served
together

you prophesied over
my fluttering, fearful
soul
you spoke my future
self to life that day
she did not learn to speak
for many years
but you taught my heart
to unleash it's rumble
and now
i am an earthquake

you are my
Prometheus

i didn't know
i needed to be
ignited
until you showed me
what freedom
and fire
and love
and power
all looked like
when you don't
apologize for them

may Abba bless you
may you feel my gratitude
in your spirit
thank you sister prophetess
thank you for seeing me
and for telling me
the truth

1.10.18 / 3.15.18

cultural appropriation

I've often wondered
if I was born in
the wrong skin
or
the wrong time
or
the wrong place

questions of belonging
perennial, always
blooming
inside my
heart

I have been given
so much
gifts
blessing
opportunity

but the questions
grew louder each year
each season
growing new roaming-
ivy roots
wrapping around me

then one day
I left my home
for my first
great adventure
the first
step
on my path
to finding
a home
within
myself

1.10.18