Get so lost in all this I forget who got me here. And she told me I owe no one anything, But I owe everything to those who share my blood.
See, this isn't only about me. This is for Thomas, Joann, and Louise that grew up eating peppered hay because they couldn't much afford anything else.
This is for Madeline, Miss Maddy, my yellowbone grandmother with eyes that change with her mood and hair as thick as her love. My Tennessee native that was a lover of molasses men despite the blue eyed blood running through her veins.
This us for cousins that never left me without a laugh or thought. The siblings I inherited because they would never go away, still haven't. Even if the streets have gotten the best of them, when I look at then I remember the times they rushed to my rescue no questions asked.
This is for my siblings that lost their way, but always pushed me to keep going.
For my father that was bold enough to use a whites only bathroom. For my mother that is the only black nurse in her department.
This is bigger than me. we love you, and are so proud of you.