“U Shaped Me” (Ode to “Ma”)

My father informed who I should and would be as a man; my mother shaped my mind and the vision I would operate with in this world. 

“You are more than a church musician.”

She didn’t make that statement because she disapproved of people who were church musicians. My mom was just challenging me by saying that because I showed talent in one arena didn't meant that I didn’t possess talent in other arenas, and that I should not limit myself. Interestingly enough, when my mother made that statement, she had never been to a jazz concert, symphony, musical theatre show or even created music herself outside of the church. She just had the foresight and knowledge to know that  my talent had a far greater potential than where I was at the time.”

“Speak clearer and learn to speak up for yourself; your father and I won’t always be there to help you.”

I remember when I first started to perform, I felt like I was being mistreated and not being paid for my work as a young musician. I went home to my mom and dad and told them about it, and my mom said to me, “Why did you wait all this time to do something about it? You have to learn to stop hiding behind your shyness and speak up for yourself.”

“You can’t just be talented, you have to be smart too; the world doesn’t need a dumb musician.”

I remember starting to “smell myself” because people were actually starting to see my talent, but I was slipping in school when it came to my grades and not really applying myself. My mother told me that there are tons of talented people living on the street, and I had to use my mind because talent wasn’t enough. 

“No one has the power to tell you who you will be but God.”

I remember in 7th grade I had a terrible math teacher who saw my struggles and essentially told me that I would never go to college. My mother and father went to my school, and I remember my mother saying to him, “You don’t have the power to tell my son what he can and can’t be.” That let me know that I had the power in my tongue to speak blessings in my life, overriding anyone who disagreed. 

“Promotion comes from God.”

My mother would always say this to my sister, and I and we would both laugh, because we thought it was just something really “churchy” she would say. It’s not until our lives matured that we truly began to understand that as you work harder, God will reward your faithfulness and you can’t make it happen on your own. It’s through his power that we increase and expand. 

On this special day, I thank my mom for not only being a great mother to my sister and I, but also shaping my mind and how I view the world as a King because I was raised by a Queen!

U shaped Me!

“Bare Your Scars” (Dedicated to IRIS)

The first scar I remember having as a kid, was on my knee. I was skateboarding and didn’t really calculate the curb the right way, so I hit my knee hard, screamed, and then my father, the paramedic, bandaged me up, and I was back on the streets skating with full gusto.

Second scar was on my forearm, of which my father had told me to be careful with the iron, but the inquisitive kid, I didn’t obey him, sat the iron down too close to me, and it lit my forearm on fire.

The last set of scars I got, my sister and I both shared because we both came down with the chicken pox. Of course, when I got them, my mother and father made sure I was cool and administered a few oatmeal baths, and I was back on my way.

However, my sister had the opposite reaction. The chicken pox had her down for the count for weeks, and the scars from the chicken pox created permanent marks on her body and her face. Because she has always been the beauty queen, in beauty pageants. Those scars created a high level of insecurity, and even though some of those scars remain today, her attitude about them is completely different now. 

Her initial focus was to hide the scars, and she found every way to do that. But, I also remember the day she stopped caring and just let those scars be a part of who she is. 

I heard something recently that really struck me, “One should never be afraid to bear their scars, because it brings unity.” - Toure Roberts

I remember as a kid, feeling a bit of distance from my sister because she was the beauty queen, and I was the drummer. People revered her beauty and cast me aside because I was just the little drummer boy. Some even considered it comical that I always had a pair of sticks in my hand. However, when my sister and I began to bear some of the same scars, we were both put in the same frame of mind because we both had similar things to stand up against, which aided our relationship.

What I have found in this life, is that we are more united by our scars and blemishes then by the smooth places. More of us have more scars than perfection, and it’s within that level of unity that we can understand that we are so much alike. 

We ALL have scars, and I am thankful for the community that is built by blemishes. It takes courage to show our imperfections and not be defined by them. So I’m also thankful to my sister, because through her scars, she and I found unity and built upon our strength as siblings, all because she realized the beauty of her perfect imperfections. 

Dedicated to Iris

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