That’s my mama

Dear Mama,


hank you. Thank you being you. Thank you for raising me to be unapologetically me. Thank you for doing your best. Because your best WAS enough. You ARE special, and we DO appreciate you. You were raised by a strong black queen, which in turn forced you raise a strong black queen, and I will forever follow in your foot steps. Until now, I never knew what you meant when you would say ” I want to give you a better life, than I had”. See it wasn’t that you had a rough life, you just wanted me to live BETTER. And that’s exactly what I want for my daughter.

A gainst all odd, you made a way. And looking back, honestly, I have no idea how you did it!

“God. It was God.”

I knew you would say that. God provided for all our needs. All those years of you dragging me to Campbell Chapel A.M.E Zion , forcing me to go to church really paid off. It paved the way for me, and launched my own relationship with God, that at the time, I didn’t know I needed.

Your faith helped wipe my tears.

It helped keep me warm on those winter Prairie View nights.

It helped mold me.

When I see you, I see me. You are greatness. We are greatness because of her.

Can you imagine if she were here now? I can hear her now.

“Hey poo… you sure are eating down there, huh?”

She would say well done. Well done. To all of you. You did it!

“You’ve manage to do it without me, I knew you could.”

Yes, Nana. Your girls did it. And I hope we made you proud. Just like you made us.

Nana’s Girls.


Love You Always and Forever,


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