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Have You Seen My Mojo? 

I lost it somewhere between August when my 8 year-old started asking me questions about Trump and December when I still had a real-life Michael Scott (fictional character of The Office) as a director. Good news is Scott is gone! I think you know the bad news.

I have not posted in a long time. I have not written (aside from work) in a long time. For me, that’s a bad spot… I managed to  eek out a poem to my love, David, for his birthday but it was a struggle. 

I am uninspired. Not surprising, but no less disturbing. Oh, there are plenty of constipated thoughts in my head but they want to stay. I almost posted after I finally made it to the National Museum of African American History and Culture this month, but even that never happened. 

I don’t like this mental space. It’s unhealthy and I don’t know the cure. Ideas are welcome. 

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Posted by on March 1, 2017 in Health, Real Talk, Reflection, writing

 

Dear FLOTUS: Various ‘Love’ Letters

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A beautiful dedication to the First Lady of the United States.

Thank you New York Times.

 

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Belated Father’s Day

My First Love

Trips to the beach
Weekend shopping sprees
You holding my hand in yours,
Protecting me from the world.
I was your “Boop”.
Tall, lean and caramel brown;
A clefted chin and
Beautiful smile.
Your singing drove me to breath-taking giggles-

I thought no one could compare…

My hero
My king
My love.

Lonely days of waiting melted into lonely nights
And inconsolable tears.
Years went by.
You came back, charming as ever.
With your sincere words and tender kisses, that would lead to
Days unaccounted for
Unexplained.
Broken promises,
Money borrowed.
The shock of your fist knocking me to the floor.
The flashing lights,
Me giving a statement
As a crimson print settled onto my pale cheekbone.

At graduation you came smiling
As if you had a hand in my milestone.
Be nice and smile for the camera, said mom.
You had no right.

My hero
My king
My love.

So save the apologies
And personal attacks on my integrity.
You were an asshole long before the rock
Became your motivation.
I remember Mommy on the floor of my room
With a blood-stained Afro.
Me, wide-eyed in four-year-old feety pajamas
And you, swooping down to take me.

I remember our trip to Florida in a yellow, foreign car
You shimmying up a tree to get me a coconut.
Then twenty years later without decency or restraint, you shattered that tender memory
with the truth-
A truth that would have changed my identity.

My hero
My king
My love.

So excuse me.
Excuse my contempt.
For you
Your family and
Your life.
Excuse my hardened heart
And inability to trust.
That mean streak that everyone loves to hate-
Lovingly molded by you.
Excuse me,
For shielding my children
From your poisonous nature
And lobotomizing you from my life.

As a woman, my journey continues.
For the one to console me
Who will guide and protect me.
To rub my hair
And tenderly kiss my forehead
As a father would.
To rescue me
From the world
From myself
From you.

A girl never forgets her first love.

 

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Say a Little Prayer

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After Mali, Burkina Faso, Paris, Ivory Coast, Brussels, Nigerian displacement camps, Tunisia and too many others, I sent up an impromptu prayer in the shower this morning. I asked for healing for families of the slain and yes, I prayed for the killers, jihadists, terrorists however you want to label them. I asked that God or Yahweh, Jah or Allah change their hearts and make them understand that the Creator does not want terror in their name.

I encourage us all to do it – even if you don’t pray! Send peaceful thoughts…we have to be in this together.

 
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Posted by on March 24, 2016 in Reflection, religion, violence

 

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There Are Still Good People

This Tweet halted my late-morning Hootsuite headline scan.

 

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I clicked the short link and read the article, periodically wiping my tearing eyes. This is an excerpt from Deborah Greene’s blog post.

Such stories give me hope. 🙂

 

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Nos pensées sont avec toi

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Posted by on November 15, 2015 in Family, Politics, Reflection, violence

 

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Radio Silence

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I don’t think I’ve ever gone this long without posting.

Sometimes the world becomes overwhelming and I become withdrawn. Like I need to recharge or reboot to successfully interact. I usually write poetry to get back to an even keel, but the words did not come…

I’m searching for higher ground.

 
 
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