It's called Miz Seabeyond's Blues cuz she scratches out my head when I was ailing [View all]

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This could as easily have been called Miz Redqueen's Blues, or so many other names, but Seabeyond is the one whose raw pain ripped my heart apart last night.

Here's where we are now. If you don't have time, skip this video, it's not that important. The only important points are that the minister's hug and the letter Glover sends are an open invitation to everyone who felt excluded before.

I know we can move on because the only reason we had this fight is because we're all THAT strong. There's no shame in any of it. So we aired out a little dirty laundry and the circus tickets sold out quick. Bid deal.

This is my song to Miz Seabeyond, my sistah in pain against injustice because I wish I could wave a magic wand over her raw pain and make it go away.



I've learned a lot over the years from the strong second wavers here and just wanted to say thank you. With love. And that I hope people like me can continue to learn with you in sisterhood.


So here's to Seabeond, Redqueen, and all the other people who were hurt, to all of us so we can keep growing and learning together cuz

they scratched out my head when I was ailing and more importantly, "we sho ain't got a whole lot of time".

So let me tell you something sistah, we're two of a kind


Sister, you've been on my mind
Sister, we're two of a kind
So, sister, I'm keepin' my eye on you.

I betcha think I don't know nothin'
But singin' the blues, oh, sister,
Have I got news for you, I'm something,
I hope you think that you're something too

Scufflin', I been up that lonesome road
And I seen alot of suns going down
Oh, but trust me,
No-o low life's gonna run me around.

So let me tell you something Sister,
Remember your name, No twister
Gonna steal your stuff away, my sister,
We sho' ain't got a whole lot of time,
So-o-o shake your shimmy Sister,
'Cause honey the 'shug' is feelin' fine.