Dispelling Myths.
Category: African American Queen
Share Your World
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How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are?
Hard to say. Since I just turned 56 a few days ago it is difficult to imagine a different age. I’ve been told I look like I’m in my 40s so I receive that!
Are you left or right handed?
Right-handed
If you HAD to change your name, what would you change it to?
Cat Woman! I Love Eartha Kitt! She was the best Cat Woman ever!! Plus I Love kitty cats. My two fur children are Sylvester and Weezer.
Where do you hide junk when people come over?
I don’t hide the junk, I throw it away! Or if it is just my brother I might temporarily put it in the closet but I usually throw away junk because I live in a very small space.
Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
I’m grateful that God allowed me to see another year of life! Praise God I turned 56! I also Thank the Lord for my good health and strength despite a few health challenges. Looking forward to new income and writing opportunities because God opens doors that No man can close!! Amen!!
Nyanga
Nyanga
Mother Africa opened her mouth singing realms into existence. She played upon the Nyanga, Kalimba, and calabash drawing all Creation to her path.
Through her elocutions great societies were reborn. Shiloh is here. Our Messiah longs to embrace us back into the fold.
Milk from her engorged breasts yearns to feed fledglings ready to fly free the nest. Panacea brings healing to all nations.
Our Messiah is here and She is Radiant!
Marionettes
Marionettes
Are we Life’s marionettes? Controlled by an unseen master puppeteer? Who actually dangles the strings of destiny? Us or an invisible mind forcing us to dance to an unwelcome tune. And at life’s who cuts the cord and meets out justice?
We merely at its pleasure jerked about from place to place never knowing where we may land. Then tiring from our unstable dance, the bored child man casts into outer darkness. Thrown in the land of misfits serving captivity and blame.
Shall I base my destiny on a fickle entity or wrest away the strings, slash & burn then take control of me.
I stand on the precipice ready to take flight or fall ignobly into the abyss. I lost all sense of myself and gained only a hallucination of you.
No longer did my reflection appear in my vanity mirror, but instead a grizzled, gnarly stranger with hot breath and commanding tone invading my life like so unmanageable mutant alien beings taking over my body, my life, supplanting my dreams with your insane aspirations.
Then one day all the Muses and Goddesses convened, delivering me from subjugation SubSumation into an early manmade grave. Yes…..He chased but my soul took flight leaving him earthbound gazing upwards at my Gossamer Wings.
In the Dust of this Earth
Dust in the Wind….
All we are is Dust in the Wind……
We are Stardust fallen from Heaven.
Returning to Mother Earth to be scattered across the oceans, seas, plains……taken up by the wind once more. Galaxies. Sand. Soil. Swirling rings around Saturn Whirlpools of Atlantis Solar systems of revolving doors.
In the Dust of this orbital sphere are seeds and spores of generations yet untold. Stories to be written and songs to be sung. Poesy hanging by vineyard climbing ivy searching for fertile ground in which to take root and bloom. You are the pitter patter of dew arising with great tear droplets falling to moss and leaf covered ground. Take hold my Luna branches and spring forth from sweet tender Gaia into renewed awakenings.
Foliage covering preternatural forest an ancient womb delivering sustenance to all flora and fauna. You are the scent of a damp summer’s night. She suckles her young with tender shoots Arboreal Splendor to behold. Goddesses arise and walk about restoring the vanquished, quenching all thirsts birthing new lives.
Espiritu en Fuego/A Fiery Spirit 