I speak on advocating, especially within engaging the medical profession. Unfortunately, we (people of Color, Women have been groomed and indoctrinated... Don't Question Doctors, because the patriarchy knows best... Take this, because it fits the narrative and is the best for the insurance company... Medicine is a business.... Ruled by bias and money interest... Big Pharma and corporations don't care about quality of life or care... Driven by profits and greed... Suppressing voices and new cures... Curing diseases doesn't create long term residual income. Plus, patients aren't doctors, should just tow the line... What questions would they ask anyway? Most don't read above the fifth grade level... Doctor, no disrespect to your years of education... All folks are not the same when speaking of learning, comprehension... The changes in medical protocols happen consistently. Being, super busy, seeing many people and new modalities, charting, have you kept up with new studies??... Are you aware of the bias in medicine??? The inequality, unequal treatment especially to Black folks... Were our bodies included in clinical trials??? Did you really see me, for the seven minutes of clinical engagement, writing the script without greeting the person. Why are you angry, when I ask about new treatment... Wonder why Black folks and others don't trust Doctors... We shut down, don't take prescribed medicine... You're not putting a chemo port in my chest... The test was inconclusive... Chemo is not always best, especially now... Why aren't you listening to a Black Sister that has a cure for Cancer... Oh, I see, only white males get to bring new discoveries.... This field sometimes so out of touch, let folks and doctors die... The ego, inflated because western medicine told you... Only you, Doctors, have the answers... Got ya'll thinking you're GOD!!! Lots of deaths have occurred... The arrogance have maimed many... Within the oath of do no harm.. Could have prevented the traumatic pain or psychological damage...

What can one achieve in a moment? A mouthful of mercy. A changed direction. A decision not to drown inside somebody else’s storm. I used to blow up situations like fireworks in closed rooms, too loud to hear truth, too bright to see damage. My feelings came fast, hips of hurricanes, heart full of heat, hands shaking with “don’t leave me” language. I made homes out of panic, turned silence into sirens, 🚨 turned waiting into wars, turned love into labor. Rhythms of overthinking kept drumming in my ribs: doom, bloom, assume, consume, every argument became a tomb. But healing arrived softly. Not in thunder. Not in speeches. Not in someone finally choosing me. It came when I chose myself without apology. A moment taught me I do not have to explode to prove I hurt. I can pause. Breathe through the bruise. Untie my worth from another person’s moods. Now I practice smaller reactions, gentler refrains, letting discomfort pass through without setting fire to everything. Because co-dependency is confusing rescue for romance, confusing chaos for closeness, confusing being needed with being loved. And I am learning slowly, stubbornly that peace does not abandon me, just because somebody else walks away. So when my mind starts building bombs out of misunderstandings, I whisper back to myself: Not every tremble needs to become an earthquake.

Legacy the etymology of this word... Brings into view different visions from most of us. It is nuanced, multifaceted and diverse as we explore... Family, community, spiritual, cultural history, love and even education. I grow and create with a purpose. Hoping to leave an...Impact of Legacy Really started exploring legacy during my first battle with cancer... GOD extended me a gift to write... Leaving a living legacy of good works... This was and is my hope before, being called to my final rest... I was taught the love of being in service to community. As a flawed human, I am still working towards being better. I know my life is greater than just being here and existing... Yet living, we are building and leaving our imprint... Whether this is intentional, or unconscious... Like physics teaches, for every action...there is a equal and opposite reaction. I know legacy is important... It the implications of history... The Ancestrial shoulders we stand on... Community that we build or join whether they are blood or frienships.. All of this is the bigger picture of living life.. The Impact of Legacy on everyone of us... Lyrically yours, MydNite Renaissance ❤️‍🩹

I’ll just leave you this, a little scribble about legacy. Legacy, opportunity for those to come Or a little pride for those already gone. If I can create safety for others that's all the legacy I need. Have you ever tripped on a footprint? I owned a shire horse once, William. Biggest horse breed in the world, huge feet. Huge prints, distracted, I've tripped on a few. Avoid unnecessary footprints others fall over. Other than that footprints leave little impression at all, Unless fossilized they will eventually wash away. Penniless and possessionless we all come and go. Will I die in peace? No I will live on for eternity “Take only memories, leave only footprints”. Chief Seattle Legacy, opportunity for those to come, Or pride for those already gone. If I leave nothing I bequeath no danger If remembered for treading firmly but softly. Causing no harm to what no one can own Opportunity for those after to receive less in spoil. Of what we are all intimately part of. The consistency of intimacy amongst people. None of us can bequeath what none of us can own

A Sister got at me, in the spirit of negative energy... Heard the depths of That Voice... The sound coming from a Black Woman... Blew her mind.... Wrote, "GOD is not the author of confusion". Yet here we are and you doubt your ears... Falsely accusing me of being a male... Because, That Voice shook your being... This is the CV of my life... People can't see beyond the exterior.. Won't engage the Sister in her brilliance... Stuck on, she sounds like a Man... This resume is extensive... Started hustling as a kid to stave off hunger... Babysitting, cleaning garages or carrying groceries for Seniors.. Cashier in a candy shop, counting the money... Washing windows, pumping gasoline and managing petrol stations... Even as a fifteen year old college freshman never safe... Radio Announcer, DJ spinning records at the Black American Legion Hall...Serving drinks at the Bar... Spiked railroad tracks in steel toe boots... Suffering through the threats of sexual harassment and rapes... Never afraid of hard work... Concrete crew, paid less because of being a "Girl".. Working three jobs, because I was running from poverty... Driving transit buses, school bus, limousines... Always excelling, yet always paid less.. Truck Driver and spoke out about the discrepancy, in operator pay, everyone received the raise except me.. That Voice buried... Singer...shut down, because giving blow jobs not part of the mission... Weldor, was able to shine working for a Father and Son.. Almost received a break making my favorite food... Started building a business only to get hurt by a Semi on the way to work. Back to another life... Black Sister getting the shaft again... No matter the smarts, and problem solving... Broke into I.T. early... Experiencing oppression again, treated unequal... Built a better business in home computer service... Hustling, smuggling, hoping to go into home ownership.. Speculators, killed the housing market... Back into the Commercial Operator seat... Class action lawsuit paid...