About the Aunt hill. And About Auntie O. Give it up. I want the goods. I know you have them. Lol. 🤣
And I’ve been waiting to sit at your feet to hear all about you growing up? I mean seriously? I’m a activated audience? Lol. A vested fan?
Fan club Mama here!!! 👏👏👏👏🎬
Being able to own my struggles growing up without my Mama has brought me much relief beyond singing. My words spilled here show the extent of my metamorphosis. Which people call trauma.
I did not realize my adjustments, were called disabilities until I read, “Primal Wound”. And began to take note of my behaviors and saw, my own wounding? So surreal? When it hits you? You took a hit girl? Sit down. Breath. Breath. Stay here. Present. You made it somehow? Wow.
And being the forward thinker I am now? I immediately, and instinctively, knew Mama was gonna feel the hit soon too? And I would not let her walk alone? And feel the hit without me walking her through her own realizations of what she went through? In regards to me? The sword cut us both. The unit unto for that matter. Like mortar Fire?
Sonic boom? It’s would hit us both. Grief was done with us. And it was time to say goodbye to our sad story’s of woe. And the hit would be hard. To dislodge is from our pasts. So that new could come in. God would not reward us.
Mama filled me with love. And I gave mine away and got more to share back to you in an infinite loop. Oh yes. I found a way. A narrow way. Lol. And I see how love malnourished you all with your bags of suspicion. You all are starving for the love I bring you unconditionally? I’ve shown you the conditions I walked around?
Would Mama send me to the store for steaks or bologna? Like I’m Bringing the groceries home?
Her baby a monster? Oh my? I mean I know I am looking a bit rough? And I talk dirty? But Mama sent me to the store a long way ago? I like? I need to deliver the goods? She’s hungry too? But what’s a feast without everyone at the table guys?
It’s time to party. And cut loose a little or a lot! Grace is in the house. Let grace have her way! Let’s eat steak! The depression is over! Loud and proud. Like a real pride would roar. To honor Mama.
To thee Mama I pledge my allegiance. Forever.