I watch, with eager eyes, as my daughter watches me. I don't tread lightly because I am brutally honest and to make drastic changes to protect her feelings would be dishonest.
Lately, my child has shown me who she is growing into being. A warrior is in our midst. Her heart is tender yet fierce. Her love is unconditional and everlasting but if you piss her off, she will love you and give you the big payback at the same time. No crime goes unpunished with this one.
No one ancestor returned, a whole gang of them came back and are surrounding her daily. She's not here for bullshit, and I see that. I also see that she is so worried about making me happy that she holds back her power. She keeps asking me about dying. I keep saying we all die but we all return in some form to continue the work that must be done.
She tries to protect me while I try to protect her. She holds back her power until I give her permission to be fire, water, wind, and storm ... taking no prisoners for those who step wrong, including me and her father.
"I am tired of you and my mom arguing, so either 1. talk to each other or 2. don't talk to each other or 3. get back together and give me a little sister" and click she hangs the phone up while her dad is shocked, laughing and trying to figure out a come back for that one. I am laughing on the inside but I don't let her see it. She is funny, but she is serious and it is hard on a strong Black woman out here.
Mama Afeni Shakur once said to me "I see you. You are a strong young Sister, and it will get harder before it gets any easier." Now, watch me raise this young girl into woman warrior.
She is my song, still in composition, and once it is done you will hear the strength and love of our ancestors ringing in your ears.
She is Nadja and she is my song.
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