more than fresh ink: Lady J & Mrs. G.

There's some much to say to you. I first wanta say, thank you. I'm grateful to everyone that has believed in me, supported me, and amplified the work of my life somehow...at whatever capacity.

As I close my year leave of absence, the idea of Justice, balancing those scales while following the beckon of Lady J has called Mrs. G. in more intimately than ever before. I think the rest is going to be some Spoken Word free flow off the dome because that's what's pressing me right now. Enjoy!

Lady J and Mrs. G.

What's it gonna be

The hard steel of destiny pressed deep into the skin like a prisoner to steel bars that exclaims to be free

Except for me there is liberty when I chase, face, embrace the totality of this alignment

See I understood the assignment

The deep pressed mandate of exposing the lies, opening their eyes, changing the narrative I sense it's imperative ...I keep going, full knowledge of self and knowing that this lies only the beginning

No masquerade

I can touch the cobble stone of Lady J as she holds the scales yet to be even, yet we must believe in the work of our ancestors, the story of our faith---I just can't shake her

I also can't stop hearing the instructions of my Maker

Haunted by the wails of grieving mothers

The slain that can't wake up, the next day their empty school desks chokes me, tares me, mocks me-but I can't bleed, bleed out less I care to see the drops of destiny blanket the floor, the pour of injustice, racism, linguistic oppression dirtying my Jay's Chicago Lost and Founds, I'm bound to this less both feet are not planted

Ink to skin, winced pain and disdain as I sat in that chair hearing the buzz, feeling the scrapes, the cuts across the layers of my skin, sinking past the veins, not the flesh but the soul

Lady J, I need you to know I'm with you, I see you, I feel you, I sense you, I'm next to you

A wounded healer go I

Healing & Liberation shall be released for the passerby

From trauma to transformation, the obliteration of margins, closing slow and steady

From faint whisper to amplification---I hear you teacher, I hear you...

Mrs. G's ready

Every revolution begins on the heels of resistance

Lady J, with persistence

Let freedom ring, blaring sirens that ding

tip em even, dare I say---maybe not in my lifetime, but one day...one day...