SURPRISE!!!! What am I missing? A poetry event? I overhead your poem, Niambi. Now I have one for you:
B-elow your surface, an
I-mmeasureable force
T-orments you.
T-orments us. It
E-rupts and spews its
R-age all over pretty Christie.
B-ecause we support her,
I-t must be declared,
T-hat you, my love, are displacing
C-hildhood rage that is
H-ateful and ugly.
Rememba, baby - when we get all ugly and upset at people, it isn't because they are selfish, conceited, judgmental, annoying, immature, or bigoted. Oh no. We are just mad at our mama's - we're just screamin' and ragin' at her. All of our graduates know that! It is a universal truth that I've tapped into, and I am sharing that truth with the mothah-less. It's open enrollment day at Mama Iyanla's orphanage...come one, come all - gather round the bosom that has nurtured the mistreated and spiritually orphaned.
So, if you wanna join the SO sista-hood - and who doesn't? - you have to agree that I'm your new mama. OK?
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