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Walking my talk Living my purpose

There comes a time in life when one is called to make a move beyond one's comfort zone.  When I moved to Mississippi many years ago, my friends asked if I would be safe.  They pondered how long I would last.  I told to them, Mississippi is home for me, I shall be okay.  Once I arrived home, I discovered being a Black lesbian was the least of my concerns. 

Although the state had had economic improvement, trickle down economics had not reached all of the population.  I arrived to a Mississippi that still employed what amounted to modern day sharecropping.  I have watched those with money abuse via legislation the rights of those without money.  Some members of the LGBTQ community expected me to be more vocal for our issues in Mississippi but the level of poverty in the state prevented my being able to do so. 

When I spoke out against poverty, the poor asked me to not stir the waters for they needed their jobs.  Yet, there comes a time in life when one is called to make a move beyond one's comfort zone.  This morning when I awoke, I thought to myself, "God, I cannot do it.  I need a steady job a steady source of income."  Yet, God spoke to me twice this morning. The first came in the email from someone who called me lazy.  The second came from this video,  I found myself renewed.  The road may not be easy but I know I must walk the talk and live my purpose. 

I ask will you live your purpose? We must no longer be silent.  We must no longer be afraid.  The time for action is now.  Be inspired.


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