Part 2: Unlikely Hero

In the name of God I write
Peace and greetings to you all,

I just wanted to say thank you to all those who have read my very first blog! It isn't easy sharing my life with the public. But if someone can learn from what I have experienced, make better life choices from what they have read, and possibly change or be inspired in some kind of way, then it's certainly worth it.

Picking up where we left off yesterday.

The princess, overwhelmed with emotion, returned home to The Queen's castle. The Queen lived on the gritty south side of Chicago, where money was low, but love was high. The side of town where the next door neighbor could catch you doing something you shouldn't have been doing, and whoop your backside for doing it. The side of town where the person living up stairs from your parents could borrow a cup of sugar and never have to worry about paying it back. This was Chicago, and this was where royalty was bestowed onto the baby prince and the baby princess. Now, during these times, black folks had just come out of the civil rights movement, although we still didn't have all of our civil rights and a new movement was being birthed: The movement of the 70's. This was the generation of free love, peace and, of course, the ever popular Afros and bell bottoms.

Malcolm and Martin were gone, and so was Elijah. Black people, during this awkward transition, really didn't have a strong voice in leadership. This was 1975! The Queen knew that her children and their children would experience a great deal of stress being Black in America but she was particularly worried about her daughter, the princess. She knew the princess loved the street life and she adored parties. The princess immersed herself in music and all that the world had to offer. How would she fare as a new mother during this pivotal time?

Their was a huge gap between the princess and her mother The Queen, and attempts at communication only led to arguments, shouting, doors slamming and hurt feelings. The princess simply wanted to live the life that the 70's promoted; that fun-loving life. Free of all the cares in the world. The life where you could make your own decisions and you need not ask for permission. The kinda life where you can just try anything for yourself and people didn't try to impress on you what they wanted for you, even though their intentions were pure.

But The Queen, being a woman of God and a spiritual leader, only wanted her daughter to follow in her footsteps. She merely desired to pass down to her an inheritance of wisdom and love for the word of God to her only girl child. The Queen often worried about how the princess was going to raise her new babies and prayed a lot for God to intervene in her daughters life. She knew that the princess did not care much for her counsel, but she knew that God would somehow work things out.

The twins were growing fast, teething, smiling, crawling, eating on their own and they were a great part of The Queens life. These babies were special, because they were from her daughter. And although she loved her three sons and the grandchildren that they produced, The Queen prided herself in these two new bundles of joy. She bought them clothes, took them to church and made sure they had the same care that her children before them had. Everyone knew how much The Queen loved her twins.

Days passed, then months, then years, and now the twins were about four years of age. They were talking, learning and creating on their own, as most children do. However, as the children grew, so did the distance between the princess and The Queen. So much so, that the princess could barely be in the same room with The Queen without getting upset over decisions The Queen would make. The princess felt that The Queen favored her brothers over her, the only girl. She always felt like she was at odds with her siblings. And in the midst of all this confusion were two little beautiful children that were unaware of their family's strife. See, no one knew that these two young precocious children were listening to every conversation, every argument, every fight and disagreement. No one thought about the affect that it would have on their impressionable minds. No one stopped to see the bewildered looks on their small faces. And in all honesty, I don't think any one cared.

Yet and still, the twins, as they were affectionately called so often, found solace within themselves. Playing, creating, experimenting and escaping from the world of chaos around them. The lil' prince found comfort in his action figure toys and the princess found joy in her dolls. They played silently alone or loudly with each other. And now these two sweet little children began to treat one another as they saw their uncles and mother treat The Queen. They started arguing and fighting over toys or anything that seemed worthy of an argument. Now, of course, it's quite natural for children to disagree, especially when they're the same age and the opposite sexes, however these twins fought like it was The Civil War. It was so difficult for the princess to handle them both at one time, so she often split them up between her and The Queen.

The Queen would care for the lil' princess and the princess would care for her lil' prince. This seemed easier on everyone involved, except for the twins. Although they fought, they were each other's peace of mind, and to separate twins is never a good thing to do. They were now distant, and were growing further and further apart with each separation. So, sibling love turned into sibling rivalry, and The Queen did her best to keep down the confusion. She often took them to the church where she presided as Reverend, thinking if they had some kind of spiritual base, they would be alright. But she chided their mother for not attending. She would sit the lil' princess on the front pew and tell her to hold her Bible as she preached the word of God. The lil' princess felt honored and would do whatever The Queen asked of her. She loved her grandmother and she knew that her grandmother loved her. However, the lil' princess didn't share the same compassion for her mother. She, at times, felt abandoned and unwanted. She felt alone and emotionally disconnected, but as for The Queen, she knew that her grandmother would rescue her from whatever sticky situation her mother got them in.

When the princess got into a jam and needed a place to stay, the Queen would come to the rescue. When children, whose parents could not or would not care for them, would come her way, The Queen allowed them to stay in her home. When wayward men just needed some guidance The Queen gave them a helping hand. She was a pillar in the community, and all had love for The Queen. Now, the lil' princess would see The Queen and her mother argue, and couldn't understand why. "Are all families like this?" she thought. "Is this how other families showed love and honor?" she wondered. Even though the lil' princess had no super powers or no magic wand to heal her family from all of this resentment, hatred and pain, she did have something. She had love in her little heart.

One day, after and argument between her mother and grandmother, the lil' princess walked up to her grandmother, wiped the tears from her eyes and told her "It's okay." The Queen smiled, seeing something special in this granddaughter that she once saw in her daughter. She saw the Holy Spirit of God in this little girl child. The Queen listened to the voice of God within; that small still voice that gives us guidance when we're just frustrated with the world. That voice was loud in The Queen, because she listened to it often. That voice from within told her to stop focusing on her grown children and give these babies God's spirit. So she turned her attention towards her grandbabies and vowed to make their life one of service and sacrifice.

The princess, being so inclined to the night life, vowed to make her own decisions and live the life she truly wanted to live.

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