future woman leader, my sister Erika

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My sister Erika loves to dance. I like that some of her hobbies are to play, dance and sing. When she grows up, she will give the world her gift of dancing. Everyone should have a sister like her because she’s fun, she doesn’t give up on anything, she’s smart and listens to what people has to say. And that’s way I love her.

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some days i feel like water, like erika

all month I have been writing prose to acknowledge women that have directly influenced my life and perception on living as an artist. this week, I have decided to let these little women that are living in my home to write and express for one another and for women that they want to share information on.

last but not least, my eldest, the first one out the blocks. my scorpio. the fire and water supplier, Erika.

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where do I begin? my pre-teen… who would now rather be on the phone or in front of the television than bonding with her aunt. let’s see… the messy room, the junky school back pack, the fearless one… yes, let’s start with that. the fearless one.

not afraid to turn an event into the “Erika show” if she needs to! she has always been the popular one, ever since pre-kindergarten. you ask, “pre-kindergarten? she was only 4 years old?” I know! her theme song should be, “I AIN’T NEVER SCARED!” until she sees me waiting for her at the school bus stop or standing in the doorway at home. then that changes until school the next day and then it becomes her world again. and how does one maintain a healthy balance of that for a little girl? a little black girl?

she is a leader. she is the organizer. she’s cautious enough not to make the first move all the time. oh, she’ll send someone out ahead of her to test her plan! she’s strategic. she studies you. she’ll stare at me while driving. so, I study her back. I show just as much interest! where? who? why? I let her be the first to try things. the first to go to the theater with me, the first to go to the hair salon, the first to get a bedroom makeover, the first to try ballet, the first to play soccer… she’ll be my first out the gate. I have six more years to panic over that but like most parents, I wonder if I’m preserving as much of her fearlessness as possible? After all, God sent her this way.

she is the popular one at school. she is witty and going through her goofy 6th grade phase. she is an honor roll student and the one that the teacher’s say, “she could easily be an all A student if she just…” she is my fire starter who carries the water in her bag to extinguish it out when she’s done. get it? she’s feisty and “ain’t never scared”. she’s easy going with me, she understands I’m still figuring this parenting thing out but I’m in it for the long haul. with that, for me she stays true to her scorpio sign with water and flows with me.

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future woman leader, my sister Kayla

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My sister, Kayla, loves to sing. I like that her hobbies are singing, dancing and she can paint and draw. When she grows up, she will give the world her gift of singing to everyone. When my sister sings, it makes people feel happy.

Everyone should have a sister like her because when people pick on me at school she protects me. She plays with me every time I’m sad. She loves me and she is smart and playful and nice.

Written by Kyra

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some days i feel like air, for kayla

all month I have been writing prose to acknowledge women that have directly influenced my life and perception on living as an artist. this week, I have decided to let these little women that are living in my home to write and express for one another and for women that they want to share information on.

next up is the middle girl, kayla. my mini me. my virgo. my cuddler.

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kayla is about patience. to love her you need it. she requires it. my sensitive, emotional little lady. she has always required attention, never the one to watch Dora the Explorer alone while you washed dishes. if you were in the kitchen, she was in the kitchen! if you were in the study room, she was in the study room! if you were in the bathroom she was waiting for you in the hallway! I usually stay up late to write and she would get up early, like most kids, so I would lock my bedroom door to get some extra sleep. this chick picked my lock one morning and got in! YES YOU HEARD ME! (haha)

I don’t recall kayla every drawing outside of the lines when she began to color. if she did color outside, it was her creating a totally different picture. she has always been meticulous. my mother hums and sings all the time and kayla has picked this up. she sings walking down the hall, in the shower, riding her bike… and she is a dancer. kayla is no doubt my artist.

she is also my follower. remember, she has never liked being by herself. God made her this way so I just have to continue to encourage her to trust her talents and what her heart is telling her. I believe she is so talented, she doubts herself just to fit in with everyone else. she is a gentle little woman, very giving and shy. not to toot my horn, but I really feel she mirrors me in a lot of ways. she is my art show award winning, talent show singing, honor roll having middle girl. not to the left, not to the right. just in between flowing to and fro, kayla.

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future woman leader, my sister Kyra

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My youngest sister, Kyra, loves to sing, run and play with us. I like that some of her hobbies are dancing, singing and mainly running. She runs everywhere she goes! When she grows up, she will give the world the gift of being a famous, fantastic Olympic track and field player. She will be in the 100 meter race and will be able to compete in the summer Olympics in 2024.

Everyone should have a sister like her because she is very playful, smart, fun to be around,and she acts like the big sister when I’m feeling blue. I love my sister very much. I would do any thing for her. I hope she makes it to the summer Olympics.

Written by Erika:
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some days I feel like the earth, for Kyra

all month I have been writing prose to acknowledge women that have directly influenced my life and perception on living as an artist. this week, I have decided to let these little women that are living in my home to write and express for one another and for women that they want to share information on.

first up is Kyra, the baby. my Taurus. my earth. the negotiator.

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I got custody of her when she was one and still in diapers. the day my sister left, Kyra stayed up all night walking around the house looking for her. she cried from room to room looking for her mother. she was not even close to understanding the incredibly tough decision my sister made with leaving her children behind to be raised by her sister. now at almost eight years old, she still can’t be close to understanding. the night time was the toughest because the other kids would go to sleep in preparation for school and she had a routine of staying up with my sister. the first two nights, I sat on the stair steps with her and we looked out at a street lamp through one of the hallway windows. she cried herself to sleep and stared at the street light… I cried too. night three, she was okay.

now Kyra is my right hand gal! she is energetic but keeps me grounded because she asks those “tough” questions. all in my business! (haha) she is my ball of energy from sunrise to sunset. I thought she would grow out of her running from place to place but NO! she still will run from the couch to the television! from her bed to her closet! honestly, it drives me to the edge of the cliff 98% of the time but I wouldn’t have my life any other way. nothing more, nothing less.

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she tells me she is going to live next door to me when she grows up so we can be together. she made the principal’s honor roll, made the double dutch jump rope squad, stuck through a whole season of playing soccer and willing to try almost anything her sisters are doing. this little lady keeps me grounded. she has been looking to me since she was one year old… my earth, Kyra.

somedays i feel like, toni blackmon (by Kyra)

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she is music. she is hip hop. she started free style rapping as a child growing up in washington dc. she has now traveled around the world. she also started her own organization. she is an artist with a lot of talents and worked as the first official hip hop ambassador working with the government. blackman has art as a way to prevent violence against women in the congo and other war-torn countries. the end

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some days i feel like, jamaica kincaid

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some days I feel like jamaica kincaid because I just don’t want to write a book. I want to tell their story just like I witnessed or heard of the occasion, a short story. sometimes funny, sometimes loving and sometimes just plain ‘ole dramatic/angry/sad.

Kincaid is an award winning author of both fiction and non-fiction work. she has authored some of my favorite short story books! her stories are not compelled to drive the story to the methodical structures of writing but to finish the destination of what the characters are feeling. I love her work because it is about “the people” not so much the story. I was living in Washington DC when I first heard of her. I was with a friend who wanted to go in to her book signing and hear what people had to say about her being an “angry writer”. Well, I opted to not go in and I met up with my friend later that day. Fast forward some 8 years later, I come across one of her books at a book store and decide to give her a try. LOVED IT! Kicked myself for not going in and listening to her book signing and becoming a fan of her work back then!

some day’s I feel like jamaica Kincaid because I want to write from an emotional stand point and simply share the human experience without being labored with following the standardized methods. people have referred me as a “serious, revolutionary” writer. I believe I write according to the temperature. yes… some day’s I am simply misunderstood like Kincaid.

“Everything I say is true, and everything I say is not true. You couldn’t admit any of it to a court of law. It would not be good evidence.”- Jamaica Kincaid

some days i feel like, angela bassett

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there are so many adjectives synonymous with her name. when you think of her pristinely manicured appearance and pout formed lips. or the fiery dance in her eyes that’s the tango or perhaps it’s the Chicago two-step. her acting is like a highly trained opera singer with undisputed range. undisputed. composed of multifariousness, angela bassett.

it’s usually mid summer when I feel like perfectly ripe melon. any melon. the one that is the life of the party and mixed with salad or cut as pretty decoration on a toothpick for some spirits. both will be used with a multitude of adjectives for the salty and sugary mixture of the palates. and I am the desire to entertain the crowd. yes, this is around mid june when I ripen.

angela bassett is not the summer. she is mother nature. meaning she is seasoned with acknowledging her purpose and poignancy, some days I feel like angela bassett when my shine lasts beyond the party or stage lights. an amazing talent and my absolute favorite actress.

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some days i feel like, Goddess Auset

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tenacious and stout would describe her love for him. or even, whole. this love predates all the great love stories. the kind that makes great movies and transcends love beyond the ordinary. their love defined truth, justice and righteousness.

it was not the contained love in a “faithful” box. in fact, it was not faithful. it evaded being self served and accepted deliverance for another being. it is the reciprocal love that most people say they deserve. There is no complete inscription of their relationship but they all seem to speak that Auset and her love, Ausar, had a legendary love.

The land of Egypt succeeded in enterprise under the leadership of Ausar. He provided laws and education and taught the people the art of agriculture. Auset championed the interest of his reign and they were both highly respected as rulers. When Ausar was murdered by his brother, Auset took to the land of Egypt to gather his body parts as he had been dismembered. She is primarily noted wearing a throne headdress to illustrate her representation of power. Auset is often called the Goddess of motherhood, magic and fertility.

Later in life I’ve realized how important it is to continue to wear my crown even in relationships. It is important to continue to revere my purpose in spite of who I am in a relationship with. This actualization came with maturity as I began to re-define what my societal constraints determined for me.

I have yet to feel safe and supported with my confidence to be an intelligent and sensual woman in a relationship. But when I observe the relationships around me that have survived both people remaining individuals, and not committing to the “relationship”, I know it can be accomplished. Some days I feel like Goddess Auset and breath fire and light for my love to come.

I am a lover of perseverance. I am folklore. I am consistency and contradiction.

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