Shameia Gatewood
Bio
I always thought my throat chakra was clogged. Turns out a Diamond lives there; spuing out light in a multitude of angles. Most people speak in one color and I tried to do that, but the diamond living in my throat made it impossible.
Stories (4/0)
F*cked up color theory:
Violet! Indigo! Blue! It’s something about color that can make folk act very……...flamboyant. Oh you don’t believe me? You don’t think our flag has all those colors for nothing now do you? Us gays have much use in this very opinionated and often closed-minded world. You see…… we are PERFORMERS! ARTIST! MUSES IN A MODERN TIME FRAME! The way I see it......when you need your house to become a home, what type of man is usually there to decorate? When your clothes could do better, who snatches you into excellence? When you’re ready to paint the town red, what better person than he who has submerged themselves into color so that they can beat your face into perfection, and make the others gag at your beauty? It is us, the colorful, and honey it is through these colors that we excel.
By Shameia Gatewood3 years ago in Poets
There's room for you to be you
Sometimes while on our spiritual journey we get overwhelmed with the opinions and teachings of other “master spiritualist”, and its easy for us to think that our unconventional personal views on these ancient topics are either mislead, wrong or invaluable. As a result, many of us merge our personal thought processes with those who we deem worthy or more knowledgeable than ourselves.
By Shameia Gatewood4 years ago in Motivation
The Prism in my throat
I always thought my throat chakra was clogged. Turns out a Diamond lives there; spuing out light in a multitude of angles. Most people speak in one color and I’ve always tried to do that. But the diamond living in my throat made that impossible. Everything that flows from my mouth and hands are multidimensional. And that’s because of the Diamond that lives in my throat. Forgive me if you think I speak in riddles. I’m just everything and everywhere at once tryna channel through a prism. Forgive me if I stutter, that’s just the doubt creeping in. The doubt of you being able to perceive the many colors I’m speaking at you.
By Shameia Gatewood4 years ago in Poets
