I forgot
I love to write it has kept me from doing all kinds of crazy off the map shit!
I often forget that you (collectively) are reading it. Not that you are unimportant, but I'm zoning out when I write and the reader(s) is/are not foremost in my mind.
Yesterday I got some mad luv from someone I consider a friend. ("Hi Ms. Moe") It took me out of my zone in a good way. It made me think of my blessings. Writing is one of those blessings.
Life has been hard for me for a few years now. I've faltered and lost myself.
I called my big sis in a panic ....screaming crying snotting...I told her I couldn't do it. As my luv's departure gets closer and closer that dark dank pit in my stomach grabbed a hold of me. I gave in to the panic.
Big sis told me in her "don't fuck with me voice"
oh you WILL and CAN do this. remember those times you wanted to runaway, this is your chance to experience what you were running to. this is God's way of opening your eyes and showing you life. oh you WILL and CAN do this. remember those dark morning waiting at the bus stop with J in your arms taking 5 buses to get to school and work. oh you WILL and CAN do this! this is who WE are this is WHO you are. in the midst of your illness you have forgotten WHERE and WHO you came from. oh you WILL and CAN do this. love your children love your man love yourself. there is no CAN'T only can! we gonna pray for guidance and patience. we gonna pray that the Lord sees fit to bring your man home with a sound mind and body. we are going to be specific in our prayers asking for EXACTLY what we need. oh you WILL and CAN do this.
She blew me away and I stopped screaming crying snotting.
You see I forgot who I was. Let me explain that better. I come from a long line of STRONG intelligent black women. I ain't just talking book smarts! I talking about do what you gotta do to take care of yours. I did ride five buses to get my son to daycare and to get myself to work and school. I joined the military to give us a better life. I married a white man because I loved him even though I knew people hated to see us together. I've been called nigger to my face and kept my cool and didn't go to jail. I've looked in face of sexism and showed them just how smart they WEREN'T!
Some where along the way I lost me. I forgot me. As of today I'm on the road back to me. Join me on my journey won't you?
I often forget that you (collectively) are reading it. Not that you are unimportant, but I'm zoning out when I write and the reader(s) is/are not foremost in my mind.
Yesterday I got some mad luv from someone I consider a friend. ("Hi Ms. Moe") It took me out of my zone in a good way. It made me think of my blessings. Writing is one of those blessings.
Life has been hard for me for a few years now. I've faltered and lost myself.
I called my big sis in a panic ....screaming crying snotting...I told her I couldn't do it. As my luv's departure gets closer and closer that dark dank pit in my stomach grabbed a hold of me. I gave in to the panic.
Big sis told me in her "don't fuck with me voice"
oh you WILL and CAN do this. remember those times you wanted to runaway, this is your chance to experience what you were running to. this is God's way of opening your eyes and showing you life. oh you WILL and CAN do this. remember those dark morning waiting at the bus stop with J in your arms taking 5 buses to get to school and work. oh you WILL and CAN do this! this is who WE are this is WHO you are. in the midst of your illness you have forgotten WHERE and WHO you came from. oh you WILL and CAN do this. love your children love your man love yourself. there is no CAN'T only can! we gonna pray for guidance and patience. we gonna pray that the Lord sees fit to bring your man home with a sound mind and body. we are going to be specific in our prayers asking for EXACTLY what we need. oh you WILL and CAN do this.
She blew me away and I stopped screaming crying snotting.
You see I forgot who I was. Let me explain that better. I come from a long line of STRONG intelligent black women. I ain't just talking book smarts! I talking about do what you gotta do to take care of yours. I did ride five buses to get my son to daycare and to get myself to work and school. I joined the military to give us a better life. I married a white man because I loved him even though I knew people hated to see us together. I've been called nigger to my face and kept my cool and didn't go to jail. I've looked in face of sexism and showed them just how smart they WEREN'T!
Some where along the way I lost me. I forgot me. As of today I'm on the road back to me. Join me on my journey won't you?
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