Learn your lines you silly thespian!! Sca? Training? To dress your sister? Seriously?
Oh. You’d rather be a scullery maid would you? Slinging hash to ungrateful children? Sounds so fun? 😩
I need your talent! And flare! Seriously.
Let me write this piece of a poem to you darling. I wrote this. And claim these words strung together. Thanks for accepting I get the credit.
Ok. Copy rights first dear. 💋
It’s no big deal
It’s no big deal
It’s not big deal
I make shit up all day
Let go
Move along
Walk it out
Sing this song
Go on fall down
And get back up again.
Be a clown
Play a fool
You truly can begin again
Trending a new vibe
Refrain to reframe it
Get up
Twist it
It’s no big deal
It’s no big deal
Mama already covered us with protections
New directions
I make shit up all day
Redirect it
Expect it
To get better and better
Go on. Just do it
Like Nike swish on leather
Baby
Turn around
Wave goodbye
Go higher
Wave your goodbyin
Listen bitches!
You came to shine
Yes. You came to shine
Like diamonds
Like ice
Excuse me?
Bitch you came to shine.
Copy right owned by Stephanie Anne Brumley (Tidwell), Belinda Jean Fowler,Ramey, Gayheart, Arnold) daughter of Linda Marie Halterman, Brumley, Brown. Copy right time stamp now. 7/18/19- 11:13 am pst
Now? Bitch please? Buy some collagen for god sakes and feed that brain? I need YOU! 👆👆👆👑queenie. To dress me. Your sister queenie.
Might take a few more minute for this all to sink in? Maybe Mama can help you? All this silence is golden. But I’ve got work to do.
God’s calling and your the one.
Will you be like Jonah and run?
Get over yourself. You really think I would forget you? Just? Forget? That voice I heard from Mamas belly? Ha ha ha ha ha!
Mama? But her the collagen peptide please! And get some for you too.
Think more highly of yourself? Calling me a cunt? Oh please.
Don’t think for one minute? Mama didn’t know I’d have the power to pull that shit right out of you as soon as you got the door? Don’t even lie. I’m Mama truth sayer.
Oh. Mama saw herself that day. Dealing with your ass? For her. At the dinner table. Sliced and diced and julienned. Like she likes it!
So high and mighty you feel in front of our own Mama? Pride does go before a fall. I saw it with my own eyes with my own Mama. Dealing with the flesh that struggles with changing. Yeah.
I know who’s I am. And where I come from. That woman is sacred. You better bow now. Like I have. And spit it all out. Like I am doin right now before her good graces. Leading your ass by her examples!
Wooooooo!
Watch this and learn some lingo girl. Keep up! Or all drag you! We are connected dumb asses! The ties that bind said our Grammas. Now our angels guiding us home. Using my body.
Ask Mama who I look like?
Huey. Her soulmate lover. Oh? Don’t tell me she can’t see him peeking out from my behaviors? Winking? I am chosen. Duh? And I take my position seriously. And have fun with what Mama gave me.
But I’ve gotten over it. Have you? Could my story have triggered you all? Even Mama? By my accurate accounts? Mixed in with my crazy antics? Hmmm? A story does have powers for healing if used like a surgeon. Yeah. Mind surgeons cut precisely to promote growth of the mindsets inhibited after my leaving.
Oh. Who do I think I am? A piece of this puzzle that’s what. A key piece. Of our own Mother. That’s who I think I am and know it with all my being? Who do you think that you all are? Hmmm?
Mama will have her blessings. And we all will be a part of this amazing love story! It’s time to celebrate what our Mama made with a man known of you know and yet who is typing through me now to his lover our Mother. How dare you. Mistreat my darling!
Get in line. Because my father has waited a long time to show this woman what love’s got to do with it!! Whoop!
Press press press press press.
Mama gonna get some press.
Kill um all. But those woes to rest
Walk in bullet proof vest.
Linda Marie made a mess.
Pop up guess who bitch!
She ain’t even tripping.
She dripping.
You better see her from all the angles I do? Or she gonna pop you. Hard.
I’m the warning shot master.
Ahead of my game.
I hear the calls
I answered
That AOL email call.
OG Mama
Calling in her blessings
Let one birdie fly like a dove
While she floated in an arch of protections
On the high seas of her emotions
Praying for dry land
Her dove came home with an olive branch
Hope springs eternal
From my Mamas own body
Back to herself
At just the right time.
A daughter bread of pure intentions
Bring hope and new directions
I made everyone pay for what was done to Mama.
