Adjectives (October Awareness)

I don't know why I didn't type this post earlier. I've known what I wanted to say for a while. Journalist, Katie Couric announced she had breast cancer and said she was 6 months late for her annual mammogram & felt lucky it was found soon enough.

The Word I Kept Focusing on is Lucky!

A relative posted she was a 36-year survivor of breast cancer this year. That amazes me because I didn't know she ever had the disease until a few years ago. It shouldn't because I grew up in a family that called hysterectomies, "Ladies Surgery". But amazed I am. And my relative never uses the word, Lucky. She says She is Blessed!

Then I remember a classmate from Women's Self-Defense during my UT-Arlington days. We were discussing Domestic Violence. Our instructor asked us our opinions about the victims. And this classmate didn't use the term Lucky. She said they were Stupid. I was pissed off. So much so, for the one-page assignment on the lesson, I explained my feelings about what she said. Two class periods later we were made to read each other's statements. I found out she was a victim. We never talked about what we read to one another. I just hoped she understood she was Loved.

Lots of adjectives to describe October, Breast Cancer & Domestic Violence Awareness Month. I just hope everyone affected by these two issues are receptive that they are Lucky, Blessed, & Loved. Because words like those are what the Awareness for this month should be about.

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FYI

For anonymous, confidential help, 24/7, please call the National Domestic Violence Hotline

1-800-799-7233 (SAFE) or 1-800-787-3224 (TTY). If you are in immediate danger, call 911.

The Komen Breast Care Helpline

1-877-465-6636 or email helpline@komen.org

Talk About it Tuesday (Lessons from My Flugga Mugga)

NOT Everybody Will Understand or Like You, But Always Be Yourself. It wasn't like we could change him. Literally a futile endeavor. And I can't imagine wanting him any other way.

Sing! No matter if the words are wrong, You Sing!!! "God bless America, land that I love. Stand beside her and guide her And the Power & the Glory God bless America, my home sweet home" I still laugh at his words to that song. Once I had to sing it out loud to see where he went wrong. Because "And the Power & the Glory" fit so well.

Music is a Mood Changer. They say music soothes the beast. Music soothes the savage beast. Bad moods can be changed with the right tunes. Heck, sometimes there is a bad mood because no melodies are playing. Sweet tunes, Sweet Vibes.

And those were the first 3 lessons my brother's life taught me that came to my mind. It's a tool that helps me a lot. And I hope it helps other broken hearts out there.

Long Live G!!!

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VOTE

It was a tweet about a young lady preferring a Felon over Any man with a Baby Mama that prompted me to remind you all to go and Vote in this next election. (I mean having a Baby Mama doesn't mean the guy can't vote or travel out of state & country but to each their own.) I almost named this Go Vote, Baby Mama because a Felon Can't. But salacious title-making is not my strongest area in blogging.

Yeah, the current candidates are not making the voting process attractive in 2022.

That's Their Plan. They want you to be so turned off that you don't go to the polls and demand they do a better job. The worst candidates seem to be the most obvious problematic choice with the most money to have the influence to be seen more. No party or political machine educates or encourages voters to do any research on what we are voting on. But voters need to know about the city & state propositions & candidate platforms. 

But as voting citizens we work ahead and use our rights in picking those who represent the best. We do it with the following promise in our hearts.

To honor my parents, grandparents, and great-grands, I will.

To honor my family, my heritage, and my ancestors, I will.

To honor those who endured slavery, Jim Crow, and apartheid, I will.

To honor those who bled, who suffered humiliation, who died, I will.

To honor my future generation, I will.

I WILL GET OUT TO VOTE!

And May the Best Win.

GO VOTE

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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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