Talk About It Tuesday (Can Y'all Be Mum About Texas Mums)

Muh Diva said that my high school mum was Not still in the closet. When we left, any mementos that didn't make sense to her, left also. Makes Sense to Me. Congratulations to my cousin, Sister Saved, the Prettiest Junior class Princess ever.

Just a Picture of Mums

Happy Homecoming Season!

Oh the email: C.OUT.SPOKEN.DIVA@gmail.com

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My September...Gospel Music Heritage Month

September 2022 has been one for the books for me. It has been rather Navy for many in my world. It all makes my heart frown to watch. So much has happened but I trust & know on the other side of All of this is a brighter color. How do I know this? 

About 20-30 minutes ago before I typed this post, this song dropped down in my spirit. And would not leave me satisfied until played it 3 times.

The song lyrics 

🎶...but that just goes to show, 

how little I know about leading, 

about controlling my life...🎶 

It reminded me that with All of this sadness going on

• I've seen healing from a deadly disease.
• I've seen two splintered parents work together on behalf of a child.
• I know of a family finally meeting one of their own.

Then it reminded me that the beloved songstress of this tune, Lashun Pace passed away this year. RIP🕊️ At the time of her death, many of us church children that were around in the 90s, wore this song out. And moments ago, I got the same feeling as I did when I first heard this song.

I Felt The Hope & The Faith to get my heart to the other side of all of this.

🎶But my times, all of the good and all of the bad

My times, all of the hurt and all of the pain

My time, oh my times are in His hands

in His hands

Oh yeah, my times are in His hands

My times

My times, um

My times, oh

My times, they are in they are in

the Lord's hands🎶

Happy Gospel Music Heritage Month!!!

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Talk About It Tuesday (Mercury is in Microbraids)

And y'all get on my nerves.

Our cell phone satellites might be affected but everything else is just human life & responsibility.

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Y'all, The Queen, and Those Other Colonizers

Queen Elizabeth of the British monarchy passed away recently. It was sad to hear. *sigh* My thoughts on the British royals have always been line stepping. Once the ruling body, they're now in my opinion a whole non-governing but influential family that is taken care of by the British & British-ruled countries' taxpayers. It's like "Governmental Emeritus". They've never made real sense to my American mind. And I feel like American (you know the culture of a country that won a war for freedom from the British) Pop Culture & its media have made us give a care about them. The Queen's fashion has influenced so many older church ladies. My own grandmother, who is a grand seasoned saint just marvels at her hat collection. Hours of TV are blocked off for their weddings and gossip stories. And the tabloids have lost their minds with the Royals. But we all have opinions. I think Diana's wedding gown was Hideous but Adore Kate's & Meghan's. I was watching my friends play fight in my dorm room and stopped them when the news flashed Diana was killed. I didn't grieve her with the rest of the world, but I also have never, I do mean never condone the relationship & marriage of Charles & Camilla. (Consort as a noun is a wife, husband, or companion, in particular the spouse of a reigning monarch. Consort as a verb means habitually associate with (someone), typically with the disapproval of others. The Queen basically titled that woman her son's little friend.) I also didn't care about Harry being a partying bachelor yet "attended" his wedding (and his brother's) with bells on.

So, I gave my respects & RIP on social media and watched the fallout. Black Social Media has two sides. The side that is planning the funeral. That's the fun side I am probably on. I want to envision Adele singing, "Going Up Yonder" with The Kingdom Choir. But there is also a truthful woke side that we don't have the privilege to ignore. The Royal family has a horrible history like in some of the current & former British colonies in many African nations, Ireland (Irish Twitter is Wild), the Bahamas, and Jamaica. History romanticizes The Queen's, when she was still a princess trip to Kenya once because that was where she was when she learned her father, George VI died. But she was there to do governmental business for the Commonwealth aka Boss lady came to see if the factory is running smoothly. So, I would never obligate them to mourn Queen Elizabeth.  Because under those hats was a woman who condone policies & wars that oppress people. I mean those diamonds on the crown are stolen artifacts. Also, there is a subset of the woke that just found out about the British, which makes me wonder what they think "Colonizer" means. This is why I am in a Funeral planning mindset. My Line Stepper brain needs to see if Leona Lewis knows "Precious Lord" because my judgemental & woke sides never need to be that close to teaming up.

I know she'll have on Royal Regalia but she looked so good in Yellow. If given the choice, I hope her daughter Anne picks out a nice sunny coat dress & hat combo.

RIP Queen Elizabeth. Everyone's Life Makes a Sound. And May the Work You've Done Speak for You. 

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I Can't Type That, K-Man

Unfortunately, This is a True Story

My God-nephew is forever 19. K-Man died. My best friend, LJ's son passed away. And if you know what the above awareness ribbon is, that is the reason why.

I can verbally say what happened. But I can't type it. Found that out a few days ago. I guess my fingers & heart are not accepting the facts yet.

I was at LJ's house organizing the food that was brought in and I almost called him to help me find a bowl for the salad. Because that is what he did, Helped Me, His Auntie. I had to suck my broken feelings up because this grief buffet is for the fact that he is gone & I am here to support his dad & family.

I was pouring some orange juice into a cup and I remembered K-man wondering why the adults got a different glass for their juice during a brunch outing. I laughed until I cried. 

I looked for a photo of him photobombing me. I can't find it. But I know I posted it. As a boy, he thought it was fun to be seen World Wide on the World Wide Web. He didn't know his Aunt __my biological name_ Facebook page wasn't public at that time. I will find it.

Just like my heart is trying to find a way to understand why and the fact that why will never be fully answered. Just like I have to find a way to love on his sister without smothering this young adult. Just like the mature grace, I find for a non-custodial mother the right to grieve without my wanting to hit her. And just like the words of support I give this father that I think is one of the Best to ever Parent. I try not to pat him with my words but I just want him to know he is loved.

Just like I hope K-man knew he was Love, also. No wait, He is Love! A Loving Ancestor. A 19-Year-Old is an Ancestor.

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P.S. Found It (1/20/23)