Welcome to my page:
I come from a long line of women.I was raised partially in San Antonio TX and the later teen yrs onward in Philadelphia PA. Over time, I not only observed but also engaged in the daily bread-winning process in my family.My mother and her three kids picked cans, served at church, washed our clothes in the bathtub saying our prayers like mantras toward a mellow-yellow sky.
Growing up, I could not wait to be on my own, thinking that I’d make better choices than my mother. The days and years turned, like pages of fire, burning strong and red-orange. The test of times against my black skin, the most unforgettable moment as a child was my mother coming to my basketball practice to pick me up early due to the pouring rain and the lack of transportation.
As a result, my mother soaking wet on her “ten-speed bike” while my brother carried the other bike for me to ride she told the coach “yeah I’m here to get Krissy, so she doesn’t walk home in the rain.” The coach looked in shock like a deer in headlights. Saying Krissy, your mom’s here.” I could hear the laughter from the other girls as I rode away with my mother and brother in the rain on the only source of a vehicle at the time.
Stars, moons and suns later, I went to college. Studied hard trying to better myself. Taking out school loans like any other youngster without an inheritance. It was my sophomore and junior years that challenged my faith and commitment. I was diagnosed was rare allergic environmental eczema which made my skin irritated, itchy, swollen all over, unable to attend class regularly and taking cortisone steroid shots.
Needless to say, I got well, pulled my grades up and graduated. I journeyed on, like a lioness crossing the Sahara desert. I got married and changed jobs like the weather, wearing jeans on a cloudy day. My motto: I’m not dead yet!
I have started a Poetry blog for Mother Bethel AME Church http://www.kneal2poetry.org.