(yeah) some call me the gangster of love."
A little more than a year ago I wrote this not truly believing we would ever come to this place.
Serious and potentially far-reaching things happening in Kansas right now so I want to re-post to show my support for Kansas teachers. If you have not read this diary http://www.dailykos.com/... I invite you too. And the fight is still going on http://www.dailykos.com/.... Thank you tmservo433.The struggle is real.
I been doing some thinking about all the events going on in the world and well I feel a little worn out by all of it. My mind slid back in time to a place when I wasn't bombarded by the constant stream of media all the time and my addiction to the 24/7 news cycle. My ramblings are over the fold and open to comment.
"Really love your peaches wanna shake your tree."
Driving over the Kansas Avenue bridge in Topeka to my granmas house looking at the river and the folks fishing along the green banks. Windows down, wind blowing through my nappy curls listening to the Miller band. I wasn't worried about dumb ass Tea Party shit or Sam Brownbeck. No sir--that bullshit was to come in the distant future. I was listing to lyrics.I was wrapping myself up in jokers, smokers and midnight tokers. Hell back then I didn't even really appreciate the fact that I was a black-girl hooked on all the wrong music because back then I did not realize or appreciate the very painful angst of being Black. Growing up in Kansas I was raised with solid mid-west conservatism, values and common sense. I shake my head today when I see how out-of-whack my growing up place has gotten folding in on its own self sucking out the fine goodness of being a comfortable place to be easy in.
As we drove the back roads of Kansas I might singing the lyrics off key because I can't carry a tune in bucket-- knowing I was some where special in my life journey with so much to look forward to---"Carry on my wayward son there'll be peace when you are done lay your weary head to rest don't you cry no more! Once I rose above noise and confusion just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion..."
Its been a long time since I thought about that space and time. Seems to me there is a lot of noise these days in my old easy place. I want so bad for those solid, common sense people I know that exist in that easy place to step up. I want that teacher who grabbed me by the arm on the playground in six grade because I was singing Pink Floyd's "We don't need to no education..." to her face on the playground to snatch up Brownbeck and take him to the adult in charge to get his ass paddled as mine was for doing something so disrespectful as to harm an educator with words but in Sams case legislative stupidity. Damn I still feel the sting of that wooden paddle on my ass. I want Sammy's Mom to go to the state house with her brown Hush Puppy shoe in her purse to set him straight like mine did when the occasion called for it.
I have more memories I plan to share in the coming months. I Mostly wanted ya'll to know Kansas produces intelligence and common sense. And there is something more than hope among the fields of wheat.
I won't be able to respond to many comments because well I am on Panera's Wi-Fi dime.
Adelphé & Adelphos