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Queens V

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B4628FBF-4672-4F51-B87C-64A3FB89B4B9She really needs no introduction. But let me tell you a little something about her…

She is a unique treasure. A gem of a beauty and  filled with sparkling passion. When in rare form, she holds the power to eat you up and spit you out if she so chooses. IF SHE CHOOSES. She smells like a meadow growing berries and other sweet fruits of her magnetic labor. The meadow has never seen a drought and knows no drought. She can run a marathon of sturdy circles around you without ever growing tired. The most seasoned marathon runner can’t even hold a flame to her. There is no one quite like her. She houses a suction of magical kryptonite. She is hypnotic. She is powerful. She is great. An aphrodisiac. Your only drug of choice. She is not of this world. Fair warning…

If she invites you in and you oblige. Well…if you enter the great walls of her. If she gets a hold of you, you will forever be changed. Be careful love.

 

Linnea

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Aftermath

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To the Exonerated 5, if ever you get to read this. Please know that you are loved and supported forever! You all have survived what would’ve killed most of us. What you went through was not in vain. Your story is going to help people. Continue flourishing and living. 

 

I heard about Central Park 5 and I read about Central Park 5. It’s one of those awful stories you want to tuck away because it hurts too much. A painful reminder of the injustices we’ve faced and continue to face still to this day. I was 7 when it all unfolded. I watched Ava DuVernay’s 4 part series When They See Us on Netflix this past weekend and though there is another documentary out there. I knew that Ava would give us the rawest and truest version. She did not disappoint as she never does. I couldn’t bring myself to watch it right away because I wasn’t mentally prepared. But are we ever really prepared for such tragedies? So I clicked play and have been emotionally ignited ever since. I feel rage, sadness, disgust, and the tears continue. The more I watched, the more my heart broke. It broke into tiny little pieces for all of them. I wanted to jump right through the screen and help them. Can we talk about the epic portrayals though?!! The performances were more than compelling, filled with a rare conviction, and beyond amazing. Korey’s experience broke me all the way down completely. I have 2 sons and I saw them. I saw them and I lost it. I saw my sons getting continuously screamed at, brutalized, victimized, coerced, beaten, and falsely accused. I saw my sons sitting in those interrogation rooms scared, hungry, thirsty, broken, and drained. They were my sons and I saw red. There is something wicked in the amount of diabolical power that lives in a White Lie. I know what I need to do in this teachable moment. It’s what we all need to do in the Black Community. We need to arm our sons with endless shields of knowledge and awareness. We have to arm our sons in such a way that racist weapons formed against them shall never prosper. We need to arm all of our children and we have to continue to fight. Ava knew exactly what she was doing. I was always woke. Now, I’m wide awake.

 

Linnea

Snake In My Tunnel

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I opened the door to my damp tunnel of pleasure and there he was. What a beautiful creature. What a beautiful sight to see. I invited him in and he came in on a smooth slither of excitement. I grabbed him with my hands and told him to follow me on the trail of soaked tracks. I led him all the way back into the depths of my darkness until he reached a dead end. He became aroused in shock and amazement by how deeply rooted the tracks were. He didn’t realize my tunnel was just as great as my land. He was most definitely enjoying himself. Exploring, twirling all around going in, and out of the puddles of water that he kept on discovering. That is…until he had enough. It seemed like he was convulsing at one point. It looked as if his soul was lost. He was satisfied with his visit. The night was over and he left. 

Crown

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While I was baking in my mother’s womb, little did I know about the life that awaited me on the outside. I didn’t know that I would have to go through so many obstacles in order to find my purpose. I didn’t know how much hurt I would have to endure in order to find my smile. I didn’t know that I would have to travel through so many dark trenches of struggle, pain, and heartbreak. The journey was a treacherous one indeed. I could fill ten lakes with all the tears I’ve cried. But the crown that I was born with, kept me covered throughout. The crown shielded me. Though I wasn’t able to wear my crown immediately because I wasn’t ready to wear it. The crown has always been there and would later prove to serve a much greater meaning than my struggles. You see the crown was patiently waiting for me all these years and was meant for only me. No one else could fit it. No one else could steal it. Even if they had tried, the crown would’ve found its way back to me. The crown…MY CROWN! My crown was waiting for me to grow into it. My crown could see my revolution before I could see it. My crown realized my potential before I realized it. My crown knew my worth and my value before I knew it. My crown saw my strength. My crown already saw the purpose I was going to fulfill. My crown knew that I was destined for greatness. Today I wear my crown proudly, boldly, unapologetically, and I’m sitting on my throne beautifully. It took me years to get here and I refuse to come down off my throne. However, if you’re ready I invite you to take a seat beside me!

 

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