Pink Lattes and A Slice of Poundcake

Mama Tayé’s Elder’s Prayer – Day 109 + 7: The World Reacted The sun glistens over the frozen ice and drips a nation’s tears. In shock and awe, held emotionally tangled for a day, a week ago when the wait was agony and the reading spoke ill of the dead. In silence they waited and held hands until the word came, the shouts from 400 years of soul anguish came from a deep place and the people refused to go home. In solidarity around the world the streets filled in a holiday week that declared no more, no business as usual, no system as usual, upset it all we will do. In space of righteous anger over unjust laws and systems that let murderers with badges go scot free, the people marched armed with signs and the energy of not wanting another 12 year old shot dead in a drive by for playing with a toy. In serenity they stood around campus bonfires to pray for justice and energy to keep going day after day, night after night, to dismantle something that refused to give. In somb...

Mama Tayé's Elder's Prayer - Offering Eleven, Sharing Day One Hundred In the dawning of this new day as frost dusts our morning window with the crisp bite of winter's cold kiss in the air, as the calendar turned to day one hundred that one son's blood still screams out from the street and activists still scream out through hoarse voice, we pause, we pause for a moment. Calling on the ancestors,our great ones, our spirit one, our creator, in this moment of realizing we, the many we of us, have been fighting an exhausting fight for 100 days, we call for our strength to journey one. We are resilient, even tired, but tenacious and determined and buoyed to keep striving for a people left without answers. In the psychological game of announcing no announcing, while hate gathers guns and anonymous pulls off hoods, we still hear the cry of this son left face down for four hours. Avenge me, remember me, change for me. When the least of these traveled to the halls of the g...