Tuesday, November 24, 2015

Worth.


I've asked myself a millions questions this evening.  As I watch the newsfeed on my computer (because I HATE watching the news), reading various articles and then of course there’s social media the writer in me must and I mean MUST write, as insignificant or significant my words may be.  Does anyone remember Jeremiah Wright, anyone remember that “pro-black” preacher that happened to be the minister of our very own president?  Does anyone remember what he spoke about that got so many headlines, the words he said about this country?  Well I do.  Jeremiah Wright spoke about Karma…. In his words “America’s chickens are coming home to roost” these words were spoken as he reflected on the 911 bombings of the Trade Center and were thought of as being Un-American. Why?   This man spoke about the only true rule that not a single soul can escape from and that is… Karma.  This law is not something that has a target or some horrible poison label on the bottle, Karma is both good and evil, but regardless it is a law that every human must face, understand and abide by…if they are enlightened enough to know better.  I look at my city, Chicago and even though I’m from the suburbs, I still am a Chicagoan at heart, I mean hell you tell someone from New York your from Maywood, IL. **shrugs**  I look at all the chaos of my city and can’t help but feel the urge to warn those that look and turn a blinds eye to what is happening to our people, our black people in this city, in this world for that matter.  Black lives matter isn’t just a catchy slogan that gained popularity because of a few race related incidents around the country.  Black lives matter is a matter of you and me, whether you are white, or black, or Latino, or middle eastern, Asian, or African, when people start to realize there is infinite levels to this life game I guess that’s when the lightbulb will turn one.  We are all human beings on the face of the planet, every life matters but right now every life needs to focus on the lives that are being so carelessly tossed aside.  I don’t understand how someone can say this is a black community thing...this is a human being thing.  When all is said and done we are humans on this earth, not animals in the jungle, we are mindful humans that have the capacity to change the world like no other living creature.  Let's look at it like this every day we get into our cars (which are moving weapons) and we get on the highway with other cars, other moving weapons and we drive 60-70-80 miles and hour with our children and everyone that we love inside.  We trust the other drivers will do their part on the highway, we trust they will signal and use precaution when moving here and there but honestly this is life blood of mother earth, all the cars moving, us doing our jobs, making money having babies and living is what give earth life.  That’s what being here is all about, so if you don’t care about young black men and women getting killed everyday for little to nothing while you watch TV, eat your pizza, and scratch your balls or tits then just check out, seriously go somewhere in the mountains and just do that... nothing.  What are you here for just to care for your own, well guess what Bob...humans are your own!  Karma is something beautiful and cosmic, and clear, and direct, put something good out there and I promise something wonderful will come back to greet you!

Love & Blessings,
Buttaflibabee

Thursday, August 27, 2015

Paper Chains


I was recently asked to write about what my mother has taught me on being a mother
The thought pondered in my mind…empty.  Nothing to say, nothing to write…well at least for now.
I thought more.
Then, the second question was asked “what have you learned since becoming a mother?” that question wasn’t as bad as the first but still very little came to mind.
No mental movement
No inspiring words to write.
No catchy phrases or play on words.
Emptiness…
NO I thought about it… hold up, I had a happy upbringing clearly I have something to write.
I went home on my lunch break to attempt to break
… this feeling
I went stayed up late at night and had a class of wine, surely this would clear my writers block
But still...nothing.
Ok I got it my timing is off I have a lot on my mind, I have a new job so of course with work and baby and man and house… I’ll just give it a few days.
This feeling, this writer’s block began to eat at me
I thought to myself "how do you write about someone that has given you everything?"
Do take me seriously when I say my mom and even more her mom, my grandmother gave me EVERYTHING.
and so did yours.
Whether it be good or bad it was given all to you and me.
Her life and your life are one, an extension of hers into yours hers an own life an extension of her mothers.
It's basic
Fundamental
A Paper chain linking one to another.
Now how you chose to use your life is your link, your life, your existence, your chain is yours.
Even still, it is the extension
You are the exception to the rule.
You can extend that life in a positive beautiful and meaningful ways that is what my mother decided to extend from my grandmothers life.
What I hope to extend from my mother’s life is still in progress, still moving and chan-ging.
What I hope to plant enrooted and embed in the very fibers of my daughter links are things such as:
Goodness
Gratitude
Love
Integrity
Faithfulness
Joy
Happy
Unwavering support
Steadfastness
Honesty
Hope
Hope, let’s talk about hope.
When it all comes down and the world is tired of you, and you likewise are tired of the world, at the end of the day if there is no hope in your veins… you will lose, your link will rust, crumble and exist no more.
Her destiny is what my child choses but I am the root.
The first half of the game the links from which stem from God.
What you put into your child is the extension, but what your child decides to carry on from there is the chain, the lasting of life and legacy.
"How am I write about all of that?" I thought to myself … "you just did" I heard back.
Did I just hear a laugh???
I began looking at my child and how she is so much like me but yet soooo much more awesome than me.
These women I love because they are me, they birthed me, my grandmother birthed the one that birthed me and so I am them and they are me.
I didn't know this is what it would be like I had no clue you would do this to me But you did you turned my life around inside out and it explodes bursting with love in almost every second I see your face It's my love of my extension the one that is almost EXACTLY like me, but better Or maybe not better but definitely different and a good different.
 It's the simple extension of what's pure
What is love?
What it is to be a woman
One that bears life now bears a princess who will also bear life.
A Madonna and child
A Mother and daughter
A Queen and her Princess
The paper chain of life
The elementary construction that leads to indescribable joy.
The legacy of love between a mother and her sweet little girl

Love & Blessings,
Buttaflibabee

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

She Called Us Suga Lump.

She called us sugar lump
She had nicknames for us like sugar lump, peachie and chicken 
the most strangest nicknames in the world.
My personal favorite was suga lump.
One thing was clear we always knew we were loved.
Thought of, and could capture the world in our hands if it was up to her
She taught me how to count to 100.
We practiced everyday...
While waiting for the bus 
This baby is too small to go to school!
Is what she told my mom at when I was 2 almost 3.
But regardless she helped me get on that bus, steps high as the sky.
Little bitty fat legs barely reaching the climb but by the time I got on she gave me a kiss good-bye her last baby.
She called me her suga-lump.
Every morning she'd fix us breakfast... 
Carlo & I ate GOOD!
Eggs & sausage or bacon,
biscuits with jelly or syrup, we were her babies... her last 2 suga lumps.
We would leave for school with full bellies and even more full hearts 
Stuffed to the top with hugs & kisses, squeezes and sweet words of encouragement.
You know you my babies... do you know how much I love you?
Grandmas sweet punkins!
She would cut flowers out her garden so I could take them to my teacher...
everyday to brighten their day.
She would let me watch Richard Simmons in the TV room while washing me up, 
butt naked all soapy and wet her baby was happy doing aerobics, and heck I was her suga lump!
At church we would each take a lap...Carlo had her left I always wanted the right. 
There we would ask for candy and she would oblige... in a kinda sorta way.
She would give us a cough drop, cherry if we were lucky.
We didn't care we would enjoy it just the same because it came from her...
the most beautiful woman in the world!
Her name was Annie but her friends and family called her Louise.
The woman that took honey in her coffee
and always sipped it slow with a spoon.
She cooked everyday and welcomed many to her table for a hot plate.
Her beauty transcended this time... her presence was quiet and glorious.
She called us her suga lumps
little did she know
She became ours.

Love & Blessings,
Buttaflibabee - Myskeshia (M.Y.S.K.E.S.H.I.A.)