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It’s been three years since we’ve spoken. Four years since you’ve… you know.
I’ve gotta say- love doesn’t work the way I thought it did. All my loved ones seem to have to suffered more from my affections than they’ve been healed by it. The family saga has a few broken lines that left some pages bent… In desperation for life, I forced a chapter in… but that’s not the way of salvation is it? That’s not how it works.
Whenever something is forced, it explodes as soon as you let up on the pressure…
Happy birthday Grandma Angelou. It’s not all darkness and regret. I’ve been practi-seeing the rainbow moonwalk through the clouds, the music hums when it doesn’t howl, I don’t have to quit. Just needed to upgrade my kit. My heart beats to the cadence of a different set and although the rhythm is unfamiliar and makes me shiver, it’s not bad. Every time I crack the snare, I get more healing.
It’s been three years since we’ve spoken. Four years since you’ve… you know.
You’d be so proud of your daughter- Auntie Oprah has dug her heels in as a world changer. Although nothing about her was ever plain like the main hangar, her walk in legacy makes her creativity unrestrained like blank paper! Some people still call her wayward- but the non way makers always have a wasteful way with words.
Poetry is a lifestyle.
Poetry is a gift.
The life is the gift which is the style…
Poetry is a slow dance with vulnerability.
Dear Grandma Angelou. It’s been three years since we’ve spoken. Four years since you’ve… you know.
In all honesty, I still feel like I’m a step behind everything I’m meant to be- but in due honor of your truth training, I’m not even close to giving up.
I still keep my head turned towards the light. ❤
Happy birthday Grandma Angelou.
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