Letras
I don't ask for a seat
I am the table
Carved from lessons learned polished by pain
Held up by legs of resilience that refuse to break
Even under the weight of a world that secretly doesn't want me to survive
I bring wisdom seasoned with self-care
Boundaries served warm
No more empty plates waiting for hands that never feed me
No more begging for crumbs at tables that were never built for me
I pour from a full cup overflowing with grace
Every sip a reminder: I am worthy of love worthy of space
Worthy of abundance worthy of the blessings my ancestors fought to secure
And the feast their prayers laid the foundation for
I set the tone centerpieces of purpose
Napkins of nurtured dreams plates etched with prayers answered
In the quiet battles no one clapped for
Each dish a story of healing and becoming
Of scars stitched together with sacred thread
I pass around empowerment forks digging deep into the substance of self-love
Spoons stirring up soul seasons where growth tastes like gratitude and healing smells like home
I bring music to the feast melodies wrapped in mindfulness
Verses breathing life into souls starving for peace
Trap beats and testimonies gospel and grit
Drums that echo the heartbeat of every woman who chose to rise
When falling would've been easier
A rhythm that reminds you
You can rise again, again and again and again
I don't wait to be served
I cook I create I curate
I knead prayers into the bread
Season my dreams with strategy marinate my miracles in patience
This table?
It's a sanctuary
A sacred space of becoming
Where healing is plated
Where faith is the feast
Where joy is the dessert
And laughter is the music playing softly in the background
We eat and we grow
And we get full on forgiveness
Stuffed with purpose intoxicated by possibility
We leave better than we came
Souls' full eyes wide hands open hearts unburdened
So no, I don't ask for a seat
I don't knock I don't beg
I build I bless I become
I am the table
And you?
You're invited Come hungry Leave whole
Bring your broken pieces
Your half-healed hopes your dreams with the dust still on them
Bring your questions your quiet fears
Your faith even if it's just a mustard seed
There's a seat at my table for every version of you
The wounded you the weary you the warrior you
So come as you are Come tired
Come torn No excuses just come through
This table holds space
For the messy becoming for the beautiful breaking
For the silent rebuilding you thought no one saw
But I see you Your true colors are shining through
So don't be afraid to take up space
To make a little room for you to breathe
After all this is a safe space
And I should know because God called me to build this place
We don't just dine here we resurrect here
We reclaim here We remember here
Who we were who we are who we were always meant to be
This table is not just built it's blessed
It's not just sturdy it's sacred
And when you rise from it I guarantee you won't leave empty
You'll rise full of purpose overflowing with power armed with peace
Ready to build your own table set your own feast
Light your own way cause healing is on the menu today
Around here healing is not just a meal it's a movement
And today? You're part of it
So what's it gonna be?
You gonna stand there and just watch tapping your foot to the beat?
Because your name's already on the seat
I am the table And I've invited you to eat
This table holds space!