In my home, but outside all the same. Cold air sneezes and wandering children knowing warmth is just where they left it. Can comfort cuddle up by faucets running full on soured milk and penny cookies? The dogs just want a little more compassion than what is shared ordinarily. Do not watch crime shows or horror stories to the degree of muddying up tomorrow. Acting without a union card or talent is doing a job inside skirts edging through caked slime. It’s how you know when you are outside, nothing matters more than getting in.
Photos: Kimberly Yarbrough Carpenter, Union Square
Clearly beautiful, tomorrow is the day. Prepare for glittering paper, wrapping dreams of blue around pearl brilliant skies.
A job offer for Kimberly in a Kiyonna dress.
Have you visited Harlem this year?
Come for food, seeing with beautiful arms outstretched just waiting to embrace with friendly smiles and stimulating conversation. Not everyone has their name emblazoned on a building, but those that do are stalwart, heavy weights worth a flight up or down to see what all the commotion is about. The word about Harlem is and always has been to keep her beautiful. So bring your sweet self here.
Oh, and don’t be so nosy that you sneak too many peeks at the monumental family outside Harlem Hospital on Lenox. They saw you. Yeah…that was you looking at a healthy black family.
They are beautiful.
Visit twice, and then decide to remain among the good people here.
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Days ache with activity needing more heat, extra push.
You may have all you wish.
Love yourself like that. Like that. Like that!
I wrote to you when I thought spare and clean could help restore a measure recognizable to one who cares. Invisible ink and tears blowing up snot in certain circles to redbrick flour lining my steps and Daddy reeled because he knew. I wrote and millers mud cake tainted boots, booked me on hot flights from that hell. I wrote on crossed knee, engines swirling sciatically inferior, but I knew. Dr. Angelou I licked greens in the forest, four years before I knew your light crackled creeks to swell heightening degrees.
Go. Do not miss anyone else.
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Kimberly Yarbrough Carpenter
That’s love. I couldn’t make it without God. I have to buy the ingredients and make it again because I made substitutions that now seem illogical. It was good though. Self rising flour, molasses, stevia, almond milk or water, sweet potato, fresh ginger and Hellmann’s mayonnaise. Bengal sauce for glaze after baking. I may have included a sprinkle of baking soda to the flour, cinnamon and nutmeg. You can skip the Hellmann’s and use Earth Balance instead.
Goodness, looking at me.
Are decisions in Washington made in the best interest of the family? Our roots were not planted in the soil of bigotry. Someone tossed in bitterness laced with jealous sassafras unrelated to We as a People traveling toward God’s promise for us.
I want to cry for Miriam Carey’s child now. How was she able to travel that close to the White House?
Two years ago I visited Washington on a bus with NAACP members from North Carolina. My weary progression with a volunteer through a park to be visited by the First Family later that afternoon was checked, reviewed, assisted, given cold visual reminders that I could proceed but only if Law Enforcement agreed, “Okay–she has a backpack. Watch her.”
Our Nation is precious.
Meanwhile Tropical Storm Karen made her vacation plans for the Gulf States where others before her stomped and ruined beautiful coastal beaches, homes, and businesses. Visits like hers always receive an immediate and decisive response requiring a steady, open for business Federal Government. Mother’s and their children would like the stability of a clean place to live, their pay and if needed for a time, the care of donated food through SNAP or safe shelter from the American Red Cross.
We are so close to Thanksgiving. We do not share the same table but our values have always included the protection of women and children. Was there another way to help Miriam Carey so her child could have her mother alive now? How does a marathon reading of Dr. Seuss in a room established for advocacy of the nation’s business resolve an unnecessary budget crisis? Yearly efforts by elected officials to obstruct, devalue and shutter viable services, programs and necessary innovative research for our progressive health has wasted valuable time. The hours wasted on us or them vitriol while burning Ivy League brain cells for stunts is not amusing.
Please conduct yourselves accordingly concerning matters pertaining to family.