Otis Redding, “Try a Little Tenderness”
I just got finished reading a blog from Miss Sheneka Adams (twitter @iamshenekaadams; ig @iamshenekaadams) and I am in tears. It is true you never know someone’s story until they open up and allow you a glimpse, a chance to read a few passages from their lives. I never would have thought a vixen, would have anything in common with little ol’ plain me. We are both mothers of baby angels. Her story is tremendous and immediately took me back to that faithful day in July. Just like Adams I had a secret too. Unlike Adams circumstance, my mother knew about my pregnancy and needless to say she wasn’t happy with the fact b/c I had already had a child the previous year. I was ashamed and felt like this was going to be a burden on my mother, who was just diagnosed with Lupus 2 years prior this incident. I didn’t believe in abortions, I didn’t want to be with their father…I just…God I just wanted them to disappear.
Anyway, unlike Miss Adams I don’t think I am ready to let the world know what I asked God to do. Many of you can speculate and figure it out on your own. If you do, gold star for you. I’m not ready to reveal how it felt to see the doctors working to revive my first son and he didn’t come back. One breathe, one fucking breather is all he took and God saw fit to take him from me. I’m not ready to reveal how I felt when my second son was born and I don’t know if he was even alive. I’m not ready. But one thing me and Miss Adams share is that feeling you get when you don’t hear that child cry! I regret not holding my sons, I regret not kissing them good bye.
I salute you Miss Sheneka Adams and I am praying your strength!
Sheneka Adams Blog
I’m just really interested in the idea of rival museums.
Declaration ~ Real8
An beautiful young mind in my village. Be inspired.
See you soon.
I can’t feel it
The pump like organ
That circulated through my body
The enslaving essence of you is empty
I never thought it could happen
I never knew this day would come
When I could look past you and just see me
And be ok
Is it surprising
The instilled teaching, the right, the demand
To be loved by you is gone
So what now?
Do we continue this charade of a happy family
Just getting by
Trying to make the right decisions for the innocent ones we brought into this world
Should we destroy this utopia they created
A two parent home
Mommy and daddy
They love each other one day they’ll get married
We’ll be a real family
They’re getting older and soon they’ll find that this has all been an illusion
They’ll realize we’re phonies
The truth, the reality will spring forth like a tiger when he captures his prey
Twisting and crushing their existence
Leaving them asking was it me
Did I cause this
They were happy
They kissed, hugged said I love you
This can’t be
What will we say then?
What do we do now?
Boot Camp Clik by Mo B, HHC (1997)