Tradition 

So. Here and now. I honored her traditions. Head bowed and eyes closed I said her sacred words. 

So. Here and now I honor my tradition. Head high and screaming fiercely.

Summoning ancestors. Uppity negress bitches. Prepare for the return of a warrior. 

I held her hand and thanked her for years of sacrifice. Lifetimes of putting others first. 

Eons of appropriate if not heart felt choices. 
Years of silently stoically resisting oppression. 
“Do you” I whispered. “We are good” I said. “Take care of you” was mouthed as a single tear fell on to her forehead. Followed by lipstick lip prints. “Thank you for more than I even know”
Then for a second. I thought she focused her eyes on my face. And the moment passed. 

The moment passed. 
Good bye. 

Author: pdeedixon

Woman. Mother. Lawyer. Black. RaceWoman. Womanist. Feminist. LBGTQQPIA ally. divorced

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