Kenneka Jenkins and Young African American Womanhood

Preface

I think it was Monday morning through Google News that I first became aware of the Kenneka Jenkins story.

 

Desperation

At face value there seems to be quite a bit lost in translating those early hours of “Innocence Lost” into community participation.

What does one do when a young adult goes missing.

Once someone is 18 they pretty much have a right to self determination.  They can simple say and do their Yeses and Noes.

They can stay gone and missing for a few days.

As I read it her mother woke up and went to the Hotel and asked for help once contacted by her friends and told they could not find her.

It appears she was told by the Hotel Clerks that can only do so much until she files a “Missing Person” report.

 

Womanhood

You could tell the mother loves her.

One could tell her Sister loves her.

I think there was a young man that stood with her mother, as well.

Sometimes during adolescence we try so very hard at holding on to those who love us.

But, more so, at navigating towards our own Identity and the Yeses that come within that.

Seemingly, it is the price of Womanhood.

 

How things look and how they are

Hair done, nails nailed

Face prettied, gowns worn

From the look of things sure and ready for anything

 

But, at nineteen she hardly knows the glasses and mirrors that covers the pond

Just because a river welcomes and receives sunlight does not mean it forever stood idly by

There is often so much washed in and washed away

 

 

Safe

It was a girlfriend’s birthday
And, so not much should go wrong
Take Mama’s Car
Check in and stay indoors with friends
Come back home to waiting family

 

Bitterness

The Psalmist wrote …

The heart knoweth his own bitterness; and a stranger doth not intermeddle with his joy

 

Time

Each time has its own stories, fables, and myths
Ours is just too much to keep to self
Sharing is caring
And, so I am thinking I will beam it on Facebook
Some come to watch, others to celebrate, and yet others to mourn

There is a little bit for everyone
Items for sale, yet they could be had for free

 

Weasel

Weasel away time
Weaseling away time, like we could have it back
Whistling away life
Like we could whistle the Spirit back in it

 

Courage

Mistakenly uncaring-ness for courage
Mistaken “Made up mind” for ineptness
Pride in “Standing our grounds” like it always been ours
A generation here, a generation there
It could go either way

 

War Within

In the middle of a chess game
Pieces always moving

Wale – Family Affair
Link
You see I gotta go to war

You too young and you don’t know what I’m fightin’ for
This is my Vietnam
You are my strength
And the reason that I’m going

 

You fooled me into thinking it was my turn
You fooled me into thinking half the table was mine
While you knew all along the table was a bit slanted
And, I had few and fewer pieces on it

Morning

It looked like it took all day
Seemingly it took all night
But, come morning
None of the pieces was mine after all

….
….

Car and phone returned to mums

At the very least the ones who loves me knows not to keep calling

Debt

Like in the song “Wildflower” sang by “Color Me Badd
Sincerely it sings about how

always paying, for a debt she never owes

No one else would sign up to pay it
So it rests on her
By morning, hopefully it had been fully paid
And, her Spirit can yield, and float featherless and wingless having yielded the weight of life

 

Between the Lines

Chuck Missler likes to say “the only barrier to the truth is assuming you have it“.

We steadily thinking we know and calling out our enemies.

But, Wallahi, yet sometimes things be more complicated.

See who is satisfied with you fucking up.

See who holds on to his best and shares your worst with the world

The worst in others is the easiest to share

 

Yea, Squeezed

Yea, finally here I am

Into the little refrigerator

Tried so hard

Trying so hard to create spaces between unbalanced relationships

Having to miss mine and others familiar habits

Out from getting squeezed and trapped in my past

Doing too much from ‘ving to be counted and forever pictured into my forever nightmare

 

Spirits

Spirits are beings and people too.

The Devil reads spirits.

Sign up to do same

Have quiet come to God moments and interludes

It takes time and getting used to

But, it is part of LIFE

And, what God wants to give you

 

See you in a Bit

Didn’t say bye as she is quiet not
But, hovers over, watching who say what
Who confessed to what
Who came by to say and face Final Respect 

 

Care

Kenneka, caring is the least we can do.
Though the world seems a little hardened after all that has happened, and is happening
Yet centuries ago, to steady our feets, someone muttered:

two sparrows going for a penny, yet not one of them falls to the ground outside of our father’s care“.

 

Videos

  1. Andrew Holmes
    • KENNEKA JENKINS LIVE UPDATE FROM ANDREW HOLMES
      Channel :- Mek & Jimmie
      Published On :- 2017-Sept-14th
      Link
  2. Chicago Tribune
    • Hotel Footages
      • On hotel video, Kenneka Jenkins last seen alive staggering through kitchen
        Published On :- 2017-Sept-14th
        Link

 

Listening

  1. Color Me Badd ( Tyrese )
  2. Carrie Underwood
    • Carrie Underwood – Don’t Forget To Remember Me
      Link
  3. Patty Loveless
    • Patty Loveless – How Can I Help You Say Goodbye
      Music Video from: Patty Loveless, Only What I Feel, 1993 Sony
      Link
  4. Phil Collins
    • Phil Collins – In the Air Tonight
      Link
  5. Pete Rock & CL Smooth
    • They Reminisce Over You
      FROM THE ALBUM “MECCA AND THE SOUL BROTHER” (1992).
      Link

 

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