Butterfly

Gravity and Graveyards

Your pops pulls up on me in butterfly form at the most meaningful moments.

For this and more I am infinitely grateful.

Long live Emile.




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Time is Yours Though

Her favorite rapper and yours too sent her this song before 9am

She understood every word

She still chucked him the deuce 

Because not enough time wasn’t a real excuse 

She blessed his dreams and prayed for his team

She could not live on the outskirts of his time no matter his intention 

So in love she let him go 

Those were his seeds to sow

Only in the present could love grow

Maybe in due time they would realign 

Maybe 

She understood every word

 

Queen of Kwanzaa Amanayea

Woman I miss you around the holidays

I was thinking of that last Christmas

I don’t beat myself up anymore

Now I focus on time spent

Quality over Quantity

But Woman, I am missing you

Slightly out of alignment I cry, then sigh, and release it

Ugggghhhhh

Damn I miss you

You were my tradition

Too cool for Santa you waited on Kwanzaa

I don’t ask to be gifted you anymore it creeps them out and Santa doesn’t give out dead aunties anyway

I know that made you laugh

Woman I miss you

You were from my planet

Damn it

These earthlings and their holidays

Woman I miss you

I feel you reminding me that we are still quite connected

We are connected *smiles

Losing you on this earthly plane forced my soul to grow

Gratitude

But damn right now, human me misses human you

Woman I miss you

Writer’s Note: Amanayea J. Abraham was/is unconditional love. She pulled up for her community in way that was real- in a way that was healing. I hope to tell you more about her one day.

Unconditional love is the salve this holiday and every day. Hold on to what’s real to you, what feels good to you.

All that otha shit can git. *extra southern voice

https://www.sun-sentinel.com/news/fl-xpm-2005-12-26-0512250087-story.html