So much time has past since my mother and I saw one another, so much sadness. I am glad to be able to send her pictures of her grand baby. I am glad that my Mia didn’t wait as long as I have to reach out to my mom. I know people are strange and many hold great resentments about their past and family but I want you to remember that running away is a choice. Sometimes you have to go back “home”, even if its just in your head.

I encourage you, whoever you are, whatever you age., whatever happened… tell them you love them, wish them sweet dreams. Your heart deserves that.We were all good once…. harboring that anger doesn’t make us better than those who hurt us, it make us the same.

The Creator don’t make mistakes …you are who you are, you don’t need a title, crew or movement…. you just need to know who you are.

You’re not black, white, gay, trans, or all those weird labels in between… you’re not killers, gang-bangers, politicians… you’re not colors. All of life matters, ALL OF US. Man, woman, child, animal, the things we create and build, the departed, the soon to join….

OPEN YOUR EYES.

((As the Caucasian people say black lives matter, POC should say all lives matter… lift up one another. Think about it, feel it. Gather not in anger but be ready to fight. YOU ARE THE REPUBLIC, YOU ARE THE SENATE, YOU ARE THE ECONOMY, YOU ARE THE CHANGE))

Dear Americans, hello world

I’ve been watching you for a long time, I know what you feel.I know you’re hurting.SAY IT!!

I see something so beautiful over the horizon, you are so very close but you must want to see it too. It hurts my hear to hear how close some are but anger still leads them.

You have to march with love on your mind.

I know you

I see you

I’ve come back to life, not for me but to show you it can be done.