Thoughts...
Thought number one:
Don't bother, it won't happen again. Why? Because it's clear to me that you don't really see me...I'm too strong to fail and too weak to play, so don't bother, it won't happen again. Why? Because it's clear to me that you don't really see me.
Only a weak man would use a woman, a treasure, a queen, to validate themselves. How you treat a queen is a direct reflection of how you feel about yourself. I'm always learning, folks...it's magnificent. I had/have something to say to my Afrikan men, my brothas, my warriors, my Gods...it's right off the top of my head. It may seem scattered, AND I still want/wanted to get it out.
Thought number two (I've always got to move forward and keep my heart wrapped in quilts that don't deceive and always relieve me of any foul energy...moving forward and thinking about my future...here goes...):
To my King (whoever you are...a sista never knows, right?), the planter of my seeds, my true heart's desire, the man that the Creator has created for me to make me feel like loving him is like walking on warm, blue water. To my King, I say this...Thoughts of you feel like morning sunshine. Warm, inviting, promising, and clear...like an orange breeze that brushes my skin, you, my King, your comfort and protection feels like naked summer evenings with star lit skies lighting up my life. I want you to know that my heart's goal is to motivate you higher than self. I wanna dance with you to your God self. Your position is one of beauty and strength when you submit to your Earth. You are safe here with me. You keep the Wisdom's around for more than spread legs and quivering thighs...we are the eyes to your soul. Created to walk with you, we are the planting of balance in your steady journey towards revolutionary love. Your solution lies in the joining of our hearts thus feeding our devotion to each other. In order to respect yourself, you must respect me...I am a reflection of you, the Creator, our history, and our future...if you don't love me, you don't love you. We need each other. Men be men, women be women, and drive us out of this despair. Black love is real, tangible, beautiful, exciting, changing, thick, rich, unique, and worth it. I will gladly carry the load because this battle for you, my seeds, my people, my love, my land, my heart, my King is worth it...I would gladly fight that battle if I knew you were fighting for me, your seeds, your people, your love, your land, your heart, your Queen...We're worth it. Let this breath open you up to vision...see me, see you, see us, see love, see truth...
To my King (whoever you are...a sista never knows, right?), I want to whisper revolution into your heart with the Afrika I hold in my soul. I want to hug you resilience. I want to kiss you humility. I want to tickle you patchouli in your God space. I want to partner your struggle with accomplishment. I want to brush you naughty. I want to paint you freedom. I want to lick you adoration on your Afrikan neck that stands tall like clouds that float above my peaceful rooftops. I want to fly you growth that rises like the spirit of Afrikan King's reaching for their seeds, their Queen's, and home. I want to trust you loyal. I want to breathe you smiles. I want to squeeze you life. I want to learn you brown, pure, relentless love (for my down south folks *smile*). I want to be your wisdom. I want to color you orange love. I want to be your Magic. I want to be your Love. I want to be your Goddess. Magic Love Goddess...Magic Love God-Is...Your Magic Love God-Is...I. S. Magic Love Goddess...*sigh*...That's for him...whoever he is, a sista never knows, right?
So, these were just some thoughts. My mama said that I wrote my vows when I wrote the last part...I don't know...maybe....depends on lots of things...anyway...that's that...Trust is a fickle thing these days...(another thought...lol) I've learned that you can't believe what you hear and believe only half what you see these days. People just talk a lot these days. I'm all about being quiet these days because this world isn't a safe place for a sista like me. People take advantage of folks like me (proudly taking with me lessons from 2005...Yea for progress! Woo Hoo!) I deleted numbers out of my phone today...that ish felt soo goooooood! I've made decisions about what I will be doing with myself this time next year...where I'll be and where I won't. I'm feeling like there is danger in Atlanta...not enough protection here. I understand now why children always want to run to mama's when things seem hard and cold...Our Earth's hold peace in every inch of their being. That's how Afrikan womb-en (Black womb-en, African American womb-en, Womb-en of Afrikan descent...whatever you wanna call yourself) have been able to carry on despite all the foul ish and lack of support they've had to endure for soooooooo long...it's amazing. Being with me is being home...that's the joy of being a wisdom, a funky, fly, fresh God Is...Anyway, such a tangent, goodness! I have a show tomorrow and I need my rest, but I just had to get some of this out...Share some love...it makes me feel at peace when I can give love to folks...*sigh*...I'm done for now...Juicy dreams...
Happy Black Love Day!!!!
Happy Black Love Day!!!! Let's make it last forever, folks....and that is all...over and out....kisses, hugs, kugs to you and yours....
Love,
The Funky Fly Fresh Goddess
King's Queen
I am overcome with emotions that I need to release. I feel like words are failing me because nothing in the King's english can express what I feel today. These are my thoughts: He would never have been able to do all that he did and become all that he became for his family, this country, our youth, and the world without his Queen. She was courageous. She knew that this life would not be easy when she said to her future husband that she would be by his side...through it all and still she said "Yes." It took her six months to say "Yes" and it took her strength, love, and grace to help him through those frightening nights, sad days, and this society's painful ways. King's Queen was/is more important to us than I think we knew/know. I miss her already...I pray that I will be as strong, amazing, beautiful, compassionate, comforting, intelligent, impactful as Mama Coretta Scott King...Although I never received her hand, her presence and comfort has floated on top of, around, in between, and through my life, my mama's life, my grandmama's life. That woman lost her King and she never put down her crown. Never put down her crown...She fought his battles when he couldn't fight them himself, all the while, still fighting her own...that is something known to me and because of that, in addition to all her other amazing accomplishments...I am honored to call her mine, to call her ours, to call her name...Queen...Mama...Blessing...Beauty... Inspiration...Coretta...Yeye...All of the above. I am so overwhelmed by this loss...The tears come easy, but the words are choking me...I'm afraid for my people...We're losing so many, and the torch has yet to be passed...I volunteer myself...send me...I'll go...I'll do this work because I love HER, I love my family, I love my people, I love my past, I love my lessons, I love us more than I love things...I love Afrikans. It doesn't matter what we call ourselves...to me we are Afrikans and I love US. Flaws and flawlessness...we are perfect...maybe not yet realized, AND WE ARE PERFECT! I love us...I love Black people...I love African Americans...I love people of African descent...I love Afrikan people so much that if this struggle calls me, my answer will be, "I will go...send me" Thank you Afrikan women...Mama, Grandmama, Coretta, Betty, Sonia, Nikki, Assata, Angela, Ariminta , Ida, Veta, Marimba, Sonja, Sojourner, Bea, Margaret, bell, Patricia, Mary, Nina, Zora, Pearl, Katherine, Alice, Sarah, Bessie, Maya, Billie, Dorothy, Lena, Toni, Rosa, Leontyne, Ethel, Phillis, Sally, Ntozake, Elaine, Audre, and all the other Queens that have come before me...Thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you...I can't say thank you enough because there isn't enough time in this life to share all my gratitude...I am thankful to you and when I think of what you gave to us...I cannot thank you enough. You were tired and you still kept going. You were hurt and you still kept going. You were taken for granted and you still kept going. You gave so much without receiving half of what you shared and you still kept going. Our Queens showed us the Creator's love...they walked it, spoke it, danced it, wrote it, cried it, wailed it, gave it, breathed it, laughed it, learned it, birthed it, proved it, knew it...They are God's love...I aspire to be that and more. I apsire to make our Afrikan Queens feel my devotion to their work. I apsire to make our Afrikan Queens know that I am humbled and inspired by their love and actions...and so I say again, if the question comes, when the struggle calls for me, when the ancestors call on me, when the Creator feels that we are ready for change, when it is time to run head first into the devil's army for my Afrikan warriors, our people, our children, our babies, our unborn, our past, our memories, our future...I promise to our Queens that I will say, "Send me...I will go...send me..."
