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
De Huse Niggah
We are all siblings, brothers and sisters, made by one Creator, Father God. How can we not sympathize with each other? Race is a manmade construction, for according to Acts 17:24-26, “God, who made the world and everything in it, … has made from one blood every nation...
A Little Boy
The easiest thing to do is to strike back when attacked. Although only a young undergraduate, I had been bequeathed with much wisdom from my mother. She used to say just because someone calls you a dog doesn’t mean that you have to bark. One day, I was walking down...
Little Black Girl Sing
There is just something about a song, its harmony, melody, and rhythm. When it leaves a mouth and enters the atmosphere, something changes. We are moved.The words came from her mouthwith rounded black fullnesslike a newborn Negro babe She sang lik’ a mockingbird The...
Fiction
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