Dear Ms SistaMama Badu

You guide
You have felt that ice cube freeze form.  When hurt hurts too but bad.  Too but bad.

I have felt your voice since first heard Billy Holiday channel battle boo.

I am Mama too of Three.

Two Red-Headed craze/run/crawl/fall/be what of Tall Man cool.

One Red Spirit Surround Us All.
She our Nora Born
too soon for our tender hearts
born of what a story should be told.

Ours is what?
What?
Something that feels different than what our friends live.
Different.  But.  Not Different.  NOT Different because grief is grief, no matter what we loose.  Loose is Loose.  Loose is Loose.  Loss is Loss.  Loss is Loss.

But Nora Teach us of blood life, spirit choose life.

I native/prairie roots in a voice not yet understood.

I feel you sista.
I feel you good.
My vibration of life force seems equal in the mirrored hood.

Write me.

I am here.
Constant and legit, I am no fuss or make
Just sista soul touch.

I am just, just.  That Mama we Make.