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

Vibrating words / Flickering Screens

Sometimes I wish you would watch your words as much as those screens you love so much.

Lucky for your ass the patience I ordered off Amazon just arrived.

*Laughs

Chitty Chitty Namaste bihhhhh

Royal Palm

[found this in an email to myself from 2014]

She rode thru old spaces
Thinking of all those places
The words that fell from faces
Their weight had held her down
Horrified that she would drown
She now realized that  fight she fought
And the fucked up shit it brought
Those actions were the offspring of fear
Amanayea came with the light & made it clear
Fear is Darkness meddling in your mind
Awakened to Truth she put fear’s ass in line
She refused to focus on the fuckedupness of life
the constant replaying of perceived strife
She rode thru old spaces
Thinking of all those places
The words that fell from faces
They were never holding her down-
They were building her up so she could wear the crown