“When I look in the mirror I feel proud of what I see. I don’t need reefer. I don’t snort. I don’t stick nothing in my arms because I’m already high. High with the beauty of the woman that gave birth to me.
Somebody the other day asked me, ‘do you know god?’
I said ‘yes, she died 14 years ago.’
‘What do you mean?’
I said, ‘mama, dear mama. The first time I opened my eyes there was a black woman putting a nipple from her breast in my mouth to sustain me, having to sustain me for ten months in her womb….’ That’s the sign.
That was god. The god I knew. The other one is belief. Belief! And belief isn’t a fact. Belief is a hope. Belief is faith. Belief may not happen.
But Mama did. And so… the man she pointed out to me that stood…
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