I Confess: Ode To Sigma

15 years.

I haven’t been the best friend, confidant, or loyal sister.

I have to confess: there are times I see you from a distance and I don’t speak. It’s not because I don’t love you or miss you. It’s because I know you will ask that dreadful question…

“When are you coming home?”1922

I know.

I know.


But for now, I have so many questions to ask you. I often wonder, what was Mary Lou really like? How did you meet Cubina? What made Vivian laugh and what kind of things made Nannie Mae cry?

And…not to mention Indianapolis.

Were you afraid? Where you excited? What was the climate of Butler?

I am amazed at your courage.

I want to talk to you about it.

What about the women before you? Did they say hello? Were you embraced by Anna (Α), Bertha (Δ), or Mrytle (Ζ)?

I love them too. I think you would be proud of us. We have all come a long way.

But you….you are special.

I know what you are thinking…..come home and we can talk. I will.  But, for now, I want to thank you.

Thank you for listening. When I was unemployed, you gave me a new opportunity. When I was sick, you called. When I confess, you read.

To thee only……

I love the way you lean.

I love your 10 pearls and 2 rubies.

I love your blue. sigma .png

I love your gold.

I love you.

And one day soon, I’ll be coming home.


Dr. Lauren Meeks (BluΣ M.I.S.T.)

Confessions Of A Melanated Queen

Confessions of A Melanated Queen: Complexities of the Modern Black Woman, is comprised of controversial and thought-provoking commentary related to life, marriage, and family, through the lens of a millennial African American woman





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