Lessons from Baduism, 20 years on at 23: Being in some kind of love with a man that does the things that make you go boom-clack-boom-clack-boomboom-clack mhmm... Constant learning on and on like a cypher: liss for knowledge and knowing that we don't know anything at all. Choosing people wisely, accepting people who are there for seasons like apples on a tree. Knowing how to finesse the game of life "work ain't honest but it pays the bills". Waiting for all the goodness, oh mother, needing more (always) sometimes like an interlude. Knowing good love comes to those who wait. Even if you're waiting until your next lifetime. The politic surrounding an Afro, a lack of understanding the wound curls of our hair, the time to treat it and the black women right Trying to keep what happens to you in your control. Certainly, being played (creatively) can and should be avoided. When you wake up, world's yours. Never counting yourself out, luck can be where you least expect it, even if it's as rare as a 4 leaf clover. Falling into the greys of people who advocate situationships. A universality of the unrequited 'cause he ain't got no love for you. The world will always be filled be baggage, miseducation, political incantation, inflation, teach kids wisdom and reality because drama is a constant. Oh child, the thin line between love and hate. An uncertainty of feeling sometimes like you can't stand the person you're with, so much you wanna kiss them. The flip side of how people think they are certainly entitled to your body, your love, your being, your ideas and ideals. Starting what you finish, finishing what you start like a rimshot hey, come on.
