"Looking through my soul,
Not my eyes.
Vibration draws,
Patterns to your light.
Your energy collides,
It speaks to mine.
Beautiful whispers,
Colours intertwine." - Unknown
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It's important that for your own actions, you take blame.
If you broke it, fix it. No one else but thy own-self can stake claim.
There's nothing simpler than that.
"So, Bianca tells me that there's a lady who comes to visit you at the precinct almost everyday, is this true?" My mother questioned as we strode down the sidewalk of her residency.
I'd stopped by on my lunch break, since Olympas had some business to tend to and Adonis still chose to go without communicating with me outside of our line of duty whatsoever.
I sucked my teeth.
"B can never not tell you anything can she?"
"That's my child! Of course she's going to tell me. So, whom is this young woman she speaks of."
I glanced down at her.
"Momma.." I began.
"Don't momma me boy, I know you have a picture of her too in that phone of yours, let me see!"
"Momma, I don't think that's appropriate. It is not at all what Bianca makes things out to be. I swear, I'm no liar. I prefer to keep the portion of my life that the woman of discussion is in, private. It's nothing against you..I-"
"I-I know baby, you've always been so private..so private that it took-"
"Momma." I spoke uneasily.
She folded her arms in one another, shaking her head. I could view the oceans of her warm milk chocolate orbs, glistening the tides taunting to come in down her high cheekbones.
"How could I have not known what was going on with my baby?" She croaked. "I paid close attention..I just-I never would've thought he-how could I?"
"Momma.." I cooed lowly, embracing her in my arms.
Her arms snaked around my torso, I held her head to my chest as we stood there in the moment. The objective was not to cause my mother weep.
"I already didn't know what was happening with-"
"Shh, momma look at me." I palmed her cheeks. "I'm alright, I turned out great. Be proud of the product you raised. Realize, things could have been worse. I do not suffer from any mental illnesses-"
"But you-"
"I have my bachelors in law and criminal justice. I work with my lifetime best friend at my dream job of being a sergeant police officer, defending the law and stopping commodities like what has happened to me and others from occurring. Why aren't you smiling momma, I did it..I made it." I grinned softly at her.
My mother was a lighthearted soul who typically would glance at the cup as half empty in spite of half full as it actually is. She meant well, but often allowed the realistic world vision to cloud what the sparrow has entitled to her.
