Welcome to Mella Davis, Writes!
I want to invite you on a journey with me. I desire to speak fearlessly for my heavenly King and pen messages of victory, truth, and healing in each sentence. May you find every poem, devotional, or story a God-glorifying canvass. May each message contain revelation, wisdom, and intimacy with the persons of the holy Trinity.
I am honored that you are joining me on this adventure as I pen words that seek to fearlessly make known the mystery of God’s redemptive purpose in our human stories within HIStory.
About Mella
In high school, I felt truly gifted to do one small thing: write. Recently, God has sparked writing again in my heart for a profound reason: the world needs an honest word of refreshing right now.
Truthfully, I think I came out the womb babbling. Words are in my veins. As a young child, I made up rhymes and created imaginary worlds- a way to escape societal and private hardship.
Later, I began my author pilgrimage as a poet, but children’s literature now also stirs my heart. I compose from my Texas roots. My love of African oral lore and cultural traditions serve as the basis of much of my fiction. My stories illustrate the perseverance, strength, and fortitude that created Black success in America.
As an ethnographer and educational missionary, I’ve had the opportunity to experience and do life in many different cultural venues. These multicultural experiences influence both my poetry and devotionals. But God remains at the center of it all. His healing presence always made manifest.
Poetry
Ol’ Woman
You can tell a lot about a person just by looking them in the face: the lines, crow’s feet, wrinkles, warts, and moles are the typography of a life. Tragedy’s wisdom and future’s courage are written there. A young lady, not accustomed to slavery’s venom, speaks with...
Ode to a Skin Head
Even the most loathsome person has a soul, and that soul has a story. Each life has a backstory- that doesn’t excuse choice but makes room for repentance and change.Hitler is your heroYou say, ‘therewere no death camps’beating blindlydefenseless youths with clubsyour...
Easter Morn’ Toast
Black preachers have a way about them- their posturing, wringing of sweat-laden handkerchiefs, and that definite treble in their voices. Actors and orators both, they can bring alive deep truths and make them resonate in our souls. This morning’s sermon is about Jesus...
Fiction
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