"Unspoken Words"

Last night was yet another chapter of my healing process from the loss of my precious Mom. As I sifted through her clothes, I had a sense of nostalgia from the eclectic events she'd attended over the course of over 20 years. Activist marches, Art Openings, Poetry Readings, Fundraisers, Births, Deaths, Hospital, Home, and the list goes on. Her favorite (blue jean) long sleeved GAP shirt she wore while attending UT, the green Dashiki Dress that always put a smile on her face, her sultry black wrap she wore in the winter, a vibrant red corset to be worn when she was feeling grown n' sexy or just drinking coffee at the crib and the most extensive Lesbian T-Shirt collection that Ellen and Rosie would hold homage. People say looks aren't everything but after going through my loved ones clothes, I realized just how much they can say about you. Clothing color, fit, words, etc. can tell the world who you are without a sound. Those t-shits where not worn because of the sweltering Texas heat, they were worn to tell the world who she was, what she stood for (Human Rights, Freedom of Choice, Equality, Mama's for Obama) and there will never be anyone like her.

Besos Mama