LYRIC'S BLUES

  (Image credit goes to the artist) "Listen baby, people do funny things. Specially us. The cards are stacked against us and just trying to stay in the game, stay alive and in the game, makes us do funny things. Things we can't help. Things that make us hurt one another. We don't even know why. But look here, don't carry it inside and don't give it to nobody else. Try to understand it, but if you can't, just forget it and keep yourself strong, man."                                                -Toni Morrison The purpose of my blog is to shatter the chains that connect my bloodline to trauma. With each word that strokes each post, it is a direct blow to this generational tradition. This blog is my healing journey in hopes that my legacy will act as an antibiotic to heal my blood from the poison that was slowly killing it. My prayer is that my daughter and those a...

  Let's take a long walk around the park after dark Find a spot for us to spark Conversation, verbal elation, stimulation Share our situations, temptations, education, relaxations Elevations... Life has a funny way of teaching me various lessons. It forces me to realize the importance of putting the needs of others ahead of my own. Sometimes, doing this brings unexpected blessings. If we would get into the habit of taking time to express sincere concern for a stranger, we may be surprised by the outcome. The experience I am about to share with you is very personal. Through this experience, I was allowed to get a peek of what an answered prayer looks like. I wanted, no... I needed to share this with you because it will forever be a reminder of this special fact: It doesn't matter how down or alone we feel, there is always someone looking out for us. There will always be someone who will be waiting for an opportunity to save us. Here's my story... Early one morning, I woke up...

  "Woman, if the soul of the nation is to be saved, I believe that you must become its soul."  -Coretta Scott King These words dig deeper than a two edged sword. As I sit here trying to curate my words carefully, I am met in this space with a woman who is screaming to be heard, seen, and appreciated for all of the burdens she was forced to carry. As she continues to this day to save the soul of this "nation", she sacrifices herself in the process. She didn't sign up to be a martyr. She simply wanted to be what God created her to be. I grew up around women who tried so hard to stand in their womanhood but were knocked down by the fists of this world. They were expected to be soft but be strong as mules to make the comforts of others a priority. I used to watch these warrior women smile at each other, not just a simple greeting, but as a way of acknowledging the familiar pain in each other's eyes. They saw each other. They helped each other. They knew that the...