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on May 30, 2022

(THE LEMONADE) factor.

I didn’t have to ask, WHEN LIFE SLUNG YOU LEMONS,WHAT WAS DEEPLY WITHIN TO CREATE LEMONADE, I got a chance to see it.
As I sit here and think on our friendship and bond, I am made proud over and over and over again.
I got a chance to sit on the sidelines on your journey and witness you kick doors down, unfold your own chair, snatch mics and even while trembling and unsure of the what to say, speak your honest truth as always.
20 years ago as you prepared for a NEW day and began your mourning to get to this morning.
You accepted EVERY LEMON no matter if you had to: grill, broil, boil, sautee, bake, mix, grate, slice, cut, blend and do it all MARY style, all of which is in love, sincerity, compassion and empathy leaving all to marinate on MARY style.
20th year anniversary is China.
You originally said June 9th your daughters were to meet at the table; YOUR TABBLE and share our breakfast, brunch, lunch, entrees, full course meals and deserts that we have conjured up over the past 20 years to make us the women we have become.
Some you have seen up-close and personal.
Some you have witnessed through social media.
Some look and sound unrecognizable.
Yet, you yet claim her.
I asked to see you on the original date because when you set the date, that is when this began to unravel.
When I get something stuck in my head its just there until I execute it.
Not even sure if you were thinking how I was thinking of which I deeply doubt but the season, the atmosphere, the remembrance, the subconscious as well as the conscious; all consumed me and I had to remind you, as a daughter.
WE KNOW!
I don’t want to reflect on 20 years without but 20 years with……..
In 20 years you’ve had all kinds of lemons that looked differently.
In 20 years you’ve had all kinds of lemons that sounded differently.
In 20 years you’ve had all kinds of lemons that felt differently.
In 20 years you’ve had all kinds of lemons that presented itself differently.
In 20 years you’ve had all kinds of lemons that tasted differently.
In 20 years you’ve had all kinds of lemons that showed up differently.
In 20 years you’ve had all kinds of lemons but no matter how they appeared; they were STILL lemons.
Each gift represent many facets, levels, chapters, and seasons to represent not only:
20 years of growth
20 years of transformation
20 years of evolving
20 years of finding your voice
20 years of clarity20 years of embracing and understanding your assignment
20 years of stepping into your calling
BUT YOU BEING STOLEN
The baby just don’t come out, FIRST
The baby is conceived, then medicinal treatment begin (you are prescribed things to do, take and not do and take for a healthy delivery), you go through trimesters.
EVERY encounter wasn’t good but it worked out for your good.
The baby needed exercise. Talking about exercising your faith that can conquer anything?????
I got a chance to witness from the sideline the woman I always knew was within be born.
YOU had to deliver your baby.
In delivering your baby; THE BABY IS BORN AND PAIN IS FORGOTTEN SEEMINGLY.
YOU ARE HOLDING WHAT YOU WERE ALWAYS CARRYING.
Sitting around your table was not only a blessing but therapeutic.
YOU HAVE ALWAYS BEEN A COUNSELOR.
It took me to get involved in the movement for me to see how much our “hood” moms loved, cared for and cherished us.
THEY DID THE THANG and in 2022, we see a country that STILL don’t honor us or see our humanity.
I applaud your open door policy.
You embraced us and listened to our life’s lemons and your straight talk taught us at the table how to create LEMONADE.
No matter what we went through, you equipped us to go back to whatever.
Everyone that sat around your table, didn’t go back to the same lemons.
You taught us how to take our lemons and create dignity.
You taught us how to take our lemons and create womanhood.
You taught us how to take our lemons and create sisterhood.
You taught us how to take our lemons with pride.
You taught us how to take our lemons and juggle them with life and living.
How do you thank someone for that?
Focusing on who you have become and yet are becoming over the past 20 years…….
Thanks for my front row seat.
Thanks for allowing me to be one of your biggest cheerleaders.
Thanks for always having your heart, arms and doors open.
Lemon trees bear fruit all year-round, and the harvest is usually generous.
If we every questioned if the IN ALL THINGS THERE IS A SEASON, WAS A THING, QUESTION NO MORE!
China and lemon aren’t even synonymous but I do thank you for traveling down this road with me……
You have HONEY because on the side of your MOURNING was MORNING, A NEW MA!
YOU have brooches to symbolize what was supposed to break you, kill you, stunt you was the very thing GOD orchestrated and used you to use to empower, educate, elevate and encourage others who walked in your shoes.

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