Salute Me

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I’ll keep the energy focused on dominance, respect, legacy, and “you’re going to recognize who I am” instead of harm. What y'all think this was? What chapter you skipped? What page you ain't read? What history book got closed before my name hit the paragraph? You looking at me with present eyes, like I just appeared out the clouds, like I wasn't earning stripes before I knew what bills looked like. Hold on— what you think this was? I was getting saluted young. Junior drill team, formation sharp, feet talking to pavement, discipline stitched in my spirit. I wasn't playing dress-up, I was learning rhythm, learning order, learning how to stand ten toes while pressure tried to teach collapse. See, some of y'all met me after the storms, so you think the rain built me. No. I was built before the weather. I done raised money for parks, for communities, for places where kids laugh loud enough to drown out broken homes. I done put hands to work. Volunteer work. Clock-in work. Real work. Because I believe in labor. I believe in sweat. I believe in earning. I believe if you eat, you should know the value of the table. So what exactly you measuring me with? Internet rulers? Temporary opinions? Dollar-store judgments? Because that math don't add up. You trying to disrespect me? Baby, slow down. You talking to a lady. Courtesy in my bones. Respect in my raising. Strength in my posture. I can walk in grace without tripping over power. People confuse softness with surrender. Big mistake. Real big mistake. Because flowers still break concrete. And y'all see the petals but forgot the pressure underneath. I'm grown now. Mature now. Mother now. Life done added chapters. Life done put weight on my shoulders. Life looked me in the face and said— "Carry this." And I did. Carry this. And I did. Carry this too. And I did. And still stood up straight. Still showed up. Still kept moving. Still kept faith. See some people think motherhood made me smaller. Nah. Motherhood made me heavier. More purpose. More wisdom. More reason. More fuel. So now you looking at me sideways like history started yesterday. Like I wasn't saluted before. Like discipline ain't know my name. Like sacrifice ain't sat at my table. Like service ain't shook my hand. Judge by what? By appearance? By assumptions? By the little stories people tell when they never had the courage to write their own? No. Don't do that. Because before you speak on me, understand the blueprint. I done been through enough seasons to know winter don't last forever. I done seen fake love smile with real teeth. I done watched jealousy wear perfume. I done watched people clap with hands they hoped would never see me rise. But I kept climbing. Kept walking. Kept building. Kept becoming. So what y'all think this was? A random woman? A background character? A quiet little story? Nah. Read that again. Read slower. Read with understanding. Because if respect got eyes, it already see me. If honor got ears, it already hear me. And if greatness got a mirror— baby— it already know my face. Salute me. Not because I demanded it. Because I earned my footsteps. Because I earned my scars. Because I earned my growth. Because before I became who I am now— I was becoming. And I've been becoming for a very long time. See now I got a question— Who sent y'all? For real. Who told y'all walk in here like my life ain't got receipts? Who whispered in your ear, "Go test her"? Because that's funny. Real funny. Y'all studying snapshots, I lived the whole film. You paused on one frame and thought you understood the ending. Nah. You late. You missed too many scenes. I come from learning how to hold pressure without letting pressure hold me. I learned that some people love elevators— fast rise, little work, all buttons. Me? I took stairs. Every step had a lesson attached. Every floor had pain attached. Every level had growth attached. Knees tired. Back tired. Spirit tested. Still climbing. Still climbing. Still climbing. See some of y'all got loud mouths with lightweight spirits. Soon as the wind change direction you fold like lawn chairs after cookouts. Me? I've stood in weather. I've stood in silence. I've stood where nobody clapped. I've stood where nobody believed. I've stood where tears wanted attention but purpose wanted obedience. And purpose won. Every time. See y'all thought motherhood was gone slow me down. Nah. It sharpened me. Now every move got reason. Every prayer got weight. Every step got somebody watching me learning strength before words. So understand this— I don't move reckless. I move intentional. Difference. Big difference. Because queens don't gotta announce crowns. Lions don't hold meetings to explain they got teeth. The sun don't wake up every morning screaming— "HEY Y'ALL I'M STILL THE SUN!" No. It rises. And everybody adjusts. That's the part y'all missed. I been rising. You just now looking up. I done shook hands with struggle. I done sat across from doubt. I done looked fear dead in the face and told it— "Move over." You taking attendance now? Cool. Mark me present. Present through storms. Present through pressure. Present through heartbreak. Present through sacrifice. Present through nights where sleep felt like a luxury. Present through mornings where faith had to clock in before me. Present. Still here. Still breathing. Still building. Still standing. Still carrying grace without dropping strength. So when you speak on me, speak carefully. Not because I'm fragile. Glass breaks easy. I don't. I bend. I learn. I adapt. I rise. And every chapter y'all tried skipping— still got my name in bold letters. So again— what y'all think this was? Because the woman standing here now— didn't arrive. She was built.

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15 days ago

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15 days ago

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15 days ago

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