Episode 95: Black History Part 2

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Today’s episode, Black History Part 2, takes you back and forth through a history of racism, spirituality, and how they all stretch back to the cross. In case you missed Part 1, you can catch that one here.

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Episode 95: Black History Part 2

Black History Part 2 -Poetry Readings

  • You’re Black
  • Black Folk Don’t do Therapy
  • Cry
  • Empathy, Empathy
  • I Am the Vine, and so is it Time?
  • Hairy Sandwiches
  • He Speaks
  • Black Beauty Supply Store
  • And Many More

Furthermore, I have heard the groaning of the Israelites, whom the Egyptians are enslaving, and I have remembered My covenant. 6Therefore tell the Israelites: ‘I am the LORD, and I will bring you out from under the yoke of the Egyptians and deliver you from their bondage. I will redeem you with an outstretched arm and with mighty acts of judgment. 7I will take you as My own people, and I will be your God. Then you will know that I am the LORD your God, who brought you out from under the yoke of the Egyptians.…

Exodus 6: 5-7

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Podcast Transcription

Speaker 0    00:00:05    We dissect problems and solutions that exist among broken people, living in a broken world. We believe that talking through our stories is the path that leads to walking through our healing. On episode 94, we had black history part one. And I shared with you guys a reading from a republished book that I did, I had written it five years ago, as I explained in episode 94. But just to kind of give a quick recap, I self-published my memoir, The Journey in 2016.

And so, in a couple more weeks, it’s going to be the five-year anniversary.  I revamped the whole entire book and did some of the reading on episode 94.  So, if you miss that one, you might want to stop this episode and go back and listen to it. 

Speaker 0    00:01:16    I am going to do several readings of poetry today.  Some of the readings will come from either one of three books that I’ve written. The first one is called My Blackness. The next book is called Surrendered. The third book is called Simply Grace. And then for the other poems, I have not given a title to that particular book yet.  

And I am hoping and praying that you find something in the poetry that is like a balm to your soul. Something that resonates with you, might be a come to Jesus moment. It might just be something that you’d need to have to get you through the rest of this week. So, without further ado, here are the poetry readings. 

Speaker 0    00:03:33    The first poem that I am going to refer to you is entitled beauty supply store. I love going to the beauty supply store, looking at all the possibilities for my hair, looking at the limited amount of money in my pocket and trying to figure out how to stretch it like Madea does when she sends us to the meat market. I love looking at the scarfs and the grease and the hair oil and the straightening combs and curling irons.

And let’s not forget the blow dryers and the plastic caps for hot oil treatments and keeping the condition in longer so we can get the kinkiness out. I love looking at the jewelry, trying to find the right pair of earrings, ones that express me, my personality, my blackness, my uniqueness. 

Speaker 0    00:04:32    The next poem that I am going to read to you is entitled hair products. Where’s the blue magic? right here. I got coconut blue, green. Which one you need? I’m not sure yet, but maybe I’ll try Ultra Sheen, right here. I got green or blue. Which one do you need? Not sure yet. Okay. Where’s the let’s jam? Right here. Don’t want too much flakiness on my head. Just what products will I choose for my hair? Not sure yet. Just not there.  Too many to choose from. This is what happens when you enter the beauty supply store for the black person’s hair. 

Speaker 0    00:05:32    The next poem that I would like to read to you is entitled prayers. Saying those prayers at night, as my mom tucks me in so tight, rubbing my back, singing those songs, saying those prayers, you know, the ones that start,” Now I lay me”, those prayers. Yes.

And those prayers, the ones that your mom taught you as a baby in her womb, when it became unknown, your life’s paths would have to resurrect itself from the soul, denied betrayal. Our ancestors and forefathers fought hard to bring them. Saying those prayers at night, as my mom tucks me in so tight. The last one that I’m going to read is actually a quick short story and is called Hairy sandwiches.

Speaker 0    00:06:48    When you are growing up black, you know, there are certain things that call for good times, relatives visiting in the North from down-South and vice versa. Having a community that centers on food, dancing and pressing hair as a kid. When my relatives from down-South visited us in Chicago, you could be sure there was going to be a good time had by all. 

My mom and my aunts would tell jokes and talk about old times like it was yesterday. I never grew tired of hearing the same old stories.  My cousin Fifi came to Chicago and stayed with my grandmother for three days.  At the end of her visit, we decided that we would ride back to Memphis with her. Not only would we get a chance to visit with her while she was here, but she was going to press my hair at Madea’s Beauty Shop beforehand, before heading back to Memphis. 

Speaker 0    00:07:45    And I had to admit Fifi pressed hair just as good as Madea.  Before leaving Chicago, I got my hair done. It was nice and slick on my head and I was ready.  Why I had her to go through all this trouble, knowing that my hair was going to draw back as soon as I hit the Memphis sun, I don’t know.  Fefe decided she would make what the black folks called the best thing ever, fried bologna and cheese sandwiches. The secret in making these sandwiches was making sure that they were only slightly burnt. That way you knew they would be perfect.  

She prepared the sandwiches, chips, cookies, and drinks, and we all piled inside of the car. After a few hours of traveling, the kids were dying of hunger. One of the adults mentioned something about grabbing a sandwich out of the bag. I grabbed one sandwich out of the foil and took a bite.  The sandwich tasted so good, but something did not feel right on my tongue. The texture of whatever I was tasting was not that of bologna, bread, or condiments. I tried to ignore it, but my gut told me that something was wrong. I opened my mouth and then pulled it out a small ball of hair with a string coming out of it. 

Speaker 0    00:09:24    Do I tell them? And also, do I keep it to myself? That was the question of the day. I decided I would not say anything at all. It was just one sandwich. I opened the bag again, partially opening the foil for each of the other sandwiches. They all had small balls of hair in them as well. Cookies, chips, and drinks sounded more appetizing. It was a long hungry ride to Memphis.  To this day, I don’t remember if I ever told anyone in the car about the sandwiches, or if they found out on their own.  The moral of this story is to never prepare food in the same location of Madea’s beauty shop.  It could be a hairy experience for all.

Speaker 0    00:10:22    He speaks is the title of this poem: He speaks but where will it be? In a message in a song, or the birds in the tree? Will it be in the midst of the wind blowing at night? Will it be in the calmness of the cricket singing in flight? In the morning when the rabbit is talking to squirrels or the munks tunneling through grass and the Robins dancing a twirl? Will it be in the waves that are splashing on the beach or the smiles of the saints as they’re waving hi, to me?

Will it be in the sun that is setting in the sky or the swans overhead that are reaching by and by? When he speaks, Will I hear him, same voice as before, or will it be with great trumpet, all of that, And even more? The next poem is entitled recovery. It’s recovery it’s recovery. It requires lots of discovery. What I think. what I feel, what my body tells me is real. Though it’s hard it’s recovery. God is there. In this discovery.

Speaker 0    00:12:01    And the last form from this book that I’m going to read is entitled reunion. hey left me for dead, But sold me instead. Endured being in chains, As favor surely reigned. Became second in command, Till the wife wanted my hand. In charge of the prison.

NO Release.

Just indecision. Till the king  had his dream. God revealed  all the means. Gave God  all the credit. My life story  had an edit.

Then my brothers  showed up in hunger. Couldn’t take it  any longer.

Told all the servants  To leave the room.

As I cried out 

Deeply Woven in mounds of gloom. Hugged them deep  and cried out long. Filled our souls  and showed up strong. The reunion wasn’t expected. But God’s grace had it protected.

Speaker 0    00:13:06    Okay? The next series of poems I’m going to read is from a book that is entitled Simply Grace. I am the vine and so, is it time? The deep wet dirt of the earth pulls me in as my little coral bells are just dancing in the wind. Then the dear clematis vine He shouts loud with his trumpet from the East to the West. You don’t miss his triumphant. I am the vine. You are the branches just trust in me. I’ll take you through the trenches, parts of my vine is tied to the trellis. And then part of me sits on the earth where this mess is.  Then the dear clematis vine, He shouts loud with his trumpet from the East to the West. You don’t miss his triumphant. I am the vine. You are the branches just trust in me. 

Speaker 0    00:14:11    I’ll take you through the trenches. Then the husbandman gives orders to the dear clematis vine. It’s just not the hour yet.  It’s just not the time.   I wrap around, the heucheras, the heucheras the color of wine.  And I pray in the garden till beads of sweat So intertwined.  Then the husbandman calls out it is time for the trellis. I will send out relief through a comforter where this mess is.  Then the dear clematis vine, he shouts loud with his trumpet, from the East to the West, you don’t miss his triumphant.  I am the vine. You are the branches. Just trust in me.  I’ll take you through the trenches. 

Speaker 0    00:15:02    My next poem deals with identity. And sometimes even when we think we’ve got it down pat, the devil will come and run amuck on us and have us question everything all over again. And that’s when we have to speak words of life over our souls to get ourselves grounded. So the name of this poem is entitled. Who am I?

Who am I? I am a child of the King. Did you see his right hand? My name is printed with a ring. Who am I? Who am I? I am a princess and a daughter, drafted in Royal priesthood in his image and his order.  Who am I? Who am I? I am promised that I’m his, he’s my maker and my husband. He’s my counselor and my friend. 

Speaker 0    00:16:02    The next poem that I’m going to read is called cries of the heart. I cried. I cried from all of this trauma. Oh my dear Lord. Did I need any more drama? Oh my dear child, please come close. Just draw near. Let me whisper a little something in those precious little ears. I have plans for you. Plans to prosper, not to harm, meditate on my word, and you’ll never be alarmed, for this Trauma is a Thorn, a thorn in your flesh, but it’s also a gift that will put you to the test.  The things that I show you are great things from above, not vanity or conceit, they are given to you with love. And the last poem I’m going to read from this book is entitled empathy. Yeah. 

Speaker 0    00:17:05    It’s not the same as sympathy. I understand just what you’re feeling. Not sorry for. It’s not the willing.   I sit with you. You sit with me. It’s empathy, now, Can’t you see? Oh yes. I feel just what you feel.  It is not a matter of the will. I will not rush your pain at all.  In life, We all must feel the fall. I laughed with you. You laugh with me. We cry and cry till tears run free.  Empathy, empathy.  It’s not the same as sympathy.

Okay? So the last group of poems that I’m going to read, are not in any book yet. 

You’re black

You’re black

Your dignity

And integrity,

Self-respect

Not kept in tact.

Because

you see

Your skin

Erases

all those things

And all we see is lack.

I’m not complaining.

‘Motionally draining,

And with my service

I give back.

So, wash, and rinse,

And dry again.

And just absorb

Those facts.

My Hair is Nappy

My hair is nappy and kinky

Don’t you see the bees

In the back

I don’t look pretty

Look crazy and silly

Matter fact, these

‘tails look whack

Your hair is beauty

It’s my creation

Your hair, the glory

Part of me.

You queen from Africa

Queen from Sonship

Queen from My Identity.

Speaker 0    00:20:34    The next poem is entitled Get up here

Wash those dishes

We better hurry

‘fore Madea

Come down

And blast us

With those switches

Add the water

Then the soap

Then pour plenty

Of that bleach

Till the smell reaches

Our lungs,

Becomes more like a leech.

 So that was get up here. There’s a lot of stigma in the black community around emotions. A lot of it has come from post-traumatic stress syndrome and post traumatic slave syndrome.

Suppression

Cry

Just cry

Just let it all out

You see crying is a luxury

From when slavery came about

Hold it in

Just suppress

Don’t you say a mumblin’

Word.

To your wife

Or your kids

As we gather them like herds.

Black folk don’t do therapy.

Black folk don’t do therapy.

We pray and we cry.

Yep, we cry in private.

But in public our tears run dry.

Black folk don’t do therapy.

We’re strong as a people.

We just slay in the Spirit.

Till our Prayers hit the steeple.

Black folk don’t do therapy.

We just hope and we pray.

That our unhealed

Brokenness

Will up and leave us some day.

Black folk don’t do therapy.

‘Cause we think it’s a sin

If we bring down from

bondage

Generations had to win.

Black folk must do therapy.

‘Cause then we can negate

Ev’ry game that’s been

Played

‘Gainst the enemy

Called hate.

Black folk must do therapy.

Till we break all devices

That’s been sown

Into seeds.

Then planted

With preciseness.

Black folk must do therapy.

So our kids

Will one day see

That our growth,

Faith, and healing

Was a bicycle

Made For me.

Speaker 0    00:24:01    I want to thank you for being faithful listeners each and every week. And I also want to ask you to follow us on iTunes, Spotify, Stitcher, Apple Podcasts, Google Podcasts, or Youtube, if we are making a difference in your life. And then I want to give a shout out to Timothy Horton for bringing us our intro and outro music each week.  Until Next Time.

Music plays.

Episode 94: Black History Part 1

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This week’s episodes are focusing on Black History month and Black Literature. In this episode, I am doing a reading from “The Journey”. You are able to get a picture of what it was to live in the South in the 1960’s, along with the dynamics of being black. I hope that you enjoy this reading, and that something that is read will resonate with your soul as you listen to Black History Part 1.

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Black History Part 1 Outline

  • Importance of Stories
  • Importance of Acceptance of Our Stories
  • My Story
  • Living in the South
  • Civil Rights
  • The Great Migration

Exodus 6:5-7

Furthermore, I have heard the groaning of the Israelites, whom the Egyptians are enslaving, and I have remembered My covenant. 6Therefore tell the Israelites: ‘I am the LORD, and I will bring you out from under the yoke of the Egyptians and deliver you from their bondage. I will redeem you with an outstretched arm and with mighty acts of judgment. 7I will take you as My own people, and I will be your God. Then you will know that I am the LORD your God, who brought you out from under the yoke of the Egyptians.…

Episode 93: An Interview with Grace Over Perfection’s Podcast Host Alison Simmons

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Episode 74: An Interview with Woman of God, Fertility Liaison, Advocate for the Empowerment of Women, Entrepreneur, and Mother of Three Torria Johnson on Brokenness, Blackness, Music, Balancing Freedom with Trust, Relationships, & The Pandemic

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Episode 74: An Interview with Woman of God, Fertility Liaison, Advocate for the Empowerment of Women, Entrepreneur, and Mother of Three Torria Johnson on Brokenness, Blackness, Music, Balancing Freedom with Trust, Relationships, & The Pandemic
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This morning I had the privilege of interviewing Fertility Liaison Torria Johnson. It was a tremendous blessing to see how the Holy Spirit moved, and what can happen when we allow God to use us as his vessel. If you missed last week podcast, episode 74, An Interview with Timothy Horton, click here.

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An Interview with Torria Johnson Podcast Outline:

  • Childhood
  • Balancing Freedom with Trust
  • Relationships
  • Navigating the Pandemic
  • Music and Blackness
  • Her Career Journey
  • Brokenness
  • HOME

Scripture Focus:

Elijah and the Widow at Zarephath

Some time later the brook dried up because there had been no rain in the land. Then the word of the Lord came to him: “Go at once to Zarephath in the region of Sidon and stay there. I have directed a widow there to supply you with food.” 10 So he went to Zarephath. When he came to the town gate, a widow was there gathering sticks. He called to her and asked, “Would you bring me a little water in a jar so I may have a drink?” 11 As she was going to get it, he called, “And bring me, please, a piece of bread.”

12 “As surely as the Lord your God lives,” she replied, “I don’t have any bread—only a handful of flour in a jar and a little olive oil in a jug. I am gathering a few sticks to take home and make a meal for myself and my son, that we may eat it—and die.”

13 Elijah said to her, “Don’t be afraid. Go home and do as you have said. But first make a small loaf of bread for me from what you have and bring it to me, and then make something for yourself and your son. 14 For this is what the Lord, the God of Israel, says: ‘The jar of flour will not be used up and the jug of oil will not run dry until the day the Lord sends rain on the land.’”

15 She went away and did as Elijah had told her. So there was food every day for Elijah and for the woman and her family. 16 For the jar of flour was not used up and the jug of oil did not run dry, in keeping with the word of the Lord spoken by Elijah.

Episode 73: An Interview with Model, Songwriter, Performing Artist Timothy Horton on Brokenness, Blackness, Balancing Creativity with Authenticity, Studying Languages, Being Homeschooled, & Music

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Episode 73: An Interview with Model, Songwriter, Performing Artist Timothy Horton on Brokenness, Blackness, Balancing Creativity with Authenticity, Studying Languages, Being Homeschooled, & Music
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On yesterday, I had the opportunity to interview Timothy Horton. This young man is special because number one, he is a child of God, and then number two, he is my son. When I say that we left no table unturned in our talk, I do mean it. As Timothy mentioned, and we believe at Healing Our Brokenness podcast, “Everybody has a story to tell”. You may laugh some, cry some, and listen attentively as Timothy shares openly about several things, including, but not limited to, the songwriting process, brokenness, music, blackness, relationships, and traveling. In case you missed last week’s podcast episode, you can click here to take a listen.

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Episode 73: Podcast Outline

  • Childhood
  • Relationships
  • Important Relationships
  • Blackness
  • Being Homeschooled
  • Music
  • The Effects of the Pandemic
  • Foreign Languages and Communication
  • Mission Trips
  • Traveling
  • Mentors and Mentees
  • Brokenness
  • Unhealed Brokenness
  • Reading of Poetry

Bible Verses to Meditate on:

Do not despise these small beginnings, for the Lord rejoices to see the work begin, to see the plumb line in Zerubbabel’s hand.”

Zechariah 4:10, NLT

Until next time,

Katina

Episode 68: An Interview with Joyce Mosely on Journey, Brokenness, Blackness, and Relationships

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Episode 68: An Interview with Joyce Mosely on Journey, Brokenness, Blackness, and Relationships
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I had the pleasure of interviewing Child Development Teacher and Woman of God, Joyce Mosely. What made this interview extra special is the fact that Joyce is my mother. I hope that you guys enjoy listening to Joyce, being herself, and teaching us about her life and how it relates to brokenness.

Bible Verses to Meditate On:

1 Corinthians 13

If I speak in the tongues[a] of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast,[b] but do not have love, I gain nothing.

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, 10 but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears. 11 When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me. 12 For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

13 And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.

Episode 66: Do we all really matter?

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Do we all really matter? Podcast Outline:

At one time or another, we have all thought to ourselves, Do I Really Matter?

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  • What has been going on?
  • Won’t you be my neighbor?
  • My Encounter with Love
  • What Happened with the Israelites?
  • Can’t Unknow what we know
  • My Charge to you

Bible Passage to Meditate on:

Jonah 1-4

But it displeased Jonah exceedingly, and he was very angry.

And he prayed unto the Lord, and said, I pray thee, O Lord, was not this my saying, when I was yet in my country? Therefore I fled before unto Tarshish: for I knew that thou art a gracious God, and merciful, slow to anger, and of great kindness, and repentest thee of the evil.

Therefore now, O Lord, take, I beseech thee, my life from me; for it is better for me to die than to live.

Then said the Lord, Doest thou well to be angry?

So Jonah went out of the city, and sat on the east side of the city, and there made him a booth, and sat under it in the shadow, till he might see what would become of the city.

And the Lord God prepared a gourd, and made it to come up over Jonah, that it might be a shadow over his head, to deliver him from his grief. So Jonah was exceeding glad of the gourd.

But God prepared a worm when the morning rose the next day, and it smote the gourd that it withered.

And it came to pass, when the sun did arise, that God prepared a vehement east wind; and the sun beat upon the head of Jonah, that he fainted, and wished in himself to die, and said, It is better for me to die than to live.

And God said to Jonah, Doest thou well to be angry for the gourd? And he said, I do well to be angry, even unto death.

10 Then said the Lord, Thou hast had pity on the gourd, for the which thou hast not laboured, neither madest it grow; which came up in a night, and perished in a night:

11 And should not I spare Nineveh, that great city, wherein are more than sixscore thousand persons that cannot discern between their right hand and their left hand; and also much cattle?

Have a blessed week!

Katina

Episode 65: Dissection of “My Blackness”

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I just recently released a book entitled, “My Blackness” over the weekend. This podcast episode gives you a little bit of background on the book, along with a reading of four different poems coming directly from the book. Just in case you missed the last episode, here is the link: What will they say about you and me?

My Blackness Podcast Outline:

  • The Why and How of Writing “My Blackness”
  • Reading of Four Poems

If you are interested in purchasing “My Blackness”, here is a link to the book on Amazon. The kindle version is available for free until midnight, August 6, 2020. Purchasing this book means that I will receive a commission.

Have a blessed, restful week!

Katina

My Blackness

On tomorrow, I will be celebrating the heavenly birthday of my grandmother, Beatrice, affectionately known to her family as Mudear. There isn’t one day that goes by that I don’t think of her “figures of speech, quotes, words of wisdom, or just a matter of fact response to any kind of drama that is going on. I got my first lesson on community from living in her tiny apartment in the projects. Her place was filled with smells of fried chicken, grease popping and cabinets that displayed it, hair pressing, and the love that she had for her family.

I wrote the following poem ” My Blackness”, this past week, after dropping my car off for an oil change, and then waiting for my son to pick me up. I read the poem to my son, and he was surprised that I was able to write it so fast. His response, “Hmmm, I’m surprised that you didn’t need to have the perfect writing conditions present”. My response: “Yes, I know. Totally a God thing.” Me standing there on the sidewalk typing a poem into the Notes app on my phone? I then explained to him that I had read a blog post by a black blogger on the Black Lives Matter topic, particulary Juneteenth, and was immediately inspired to write poetry that helped to express my feelings about everything. Feelings about why we judge, what we judge, and what we think when we just don’t understand.

Well, here goes. Mudear, this is dedicated to you:

My Blackness

Is it the sassy in my voice?

Is the hips I’m given by choice?

Is it the knots that’s in my hair?

That makes the crowds shake heads and stare?

Is it my eyes that’s filled with grief?

Above the teeth that’s clenched by thief?

Is it the music that makes me sway?

That helps me heal from day to day.

Is it the movies that recall drama

Of taken lives and baby mommas?

It’s part of blackness.

Oh, can’t you see?

My Godly image, “identity”.

Have a blessed Sunday!