Haiku: Why aren't the morning birds making their rounds?

the birds are silent 

it is omniously calm

dark sunrise humming

Response 5.17.25

 Yes. All the circles of hell and triumphed!

Musing 5.17.25

 i refuse

to play games 

in the name

of love.

ALL love.

Musings on BAN: You Shoulda Chose Betta or Shots Fired at the Fuckery from a Tired Black Mama (if it don't apply, let it fly)

Who leaves their children to the wolves of the world to warm themselves?

Who terrorizes the mother: the only source of protection, guidance, provision, love for the children (cuz you refuse)- through their loud absence, weak presence and/or selfish manipulation?

Who holds the emotional, physical and physiological needs of their own children hostage?

Who won't even TRY? Play dead like a dog in hot weather?

Who chose not to heal, not to be accountable, not to be accessible in order to lead your own bloodline, your own legacy away from the fate you run from?

Spreading seeds like disregarded change in the trash. 

Coward.

Male not man:

You shoulda chose betta. Your children chose you. 

Karma and destruction pon DAT AZZ, BAN.

Musing 4.15.25 (reaction from a tb pic on sm 7.9.2018)

Felt pretty at one of the most difficult times of my life. It actually got worse than that. I always keep it moving! When you know you are loved by the most high, no one or thing can destroy you. At your lowest, you find out who you really are. Me? I am joyous! I stay in joy. I reek of joy. Abbey sings, "you could never lose a thing, if it belongs to you." May I never think my enemy is my friend. May I never be my own enemy. May my discernment be strong and my boundaries, stronger. Ase.

Musing 4.3.25: Velvet Villian Era

The Velvet Villian 

This is the best stage of my life, this is the best age I've been. Crones are powerful. The wisdom is the beauty now. I own every part of me. Yup, that too! I'm not fooled by the world. I have work to do.

Roberta 2.24.25

Thank you so much, Goddess Roberta Flack.

Thank you for Chapter Two. This exact part of the song sunk every single sad feeling I knew nothing about yet did as a little girl. I never gave this record back to my mother. Then I learned of your brilliance! Prodigy. Fearless One. Your magnificent voice! Your exceptional musicality! 

Your Excellence. Your Beauty. Your Blackness.Thank you, thank you, thank you. How blessed we are that you are ours! 

May you be received royally by the Ancestors.