The way they were: Cissy Houston and her beloved.

This photo summarizes how I feel about my mother and my dead grandmothers

The love they have for me won’t save me from my demons. But, in my case — I choose to live and thrive and make them proud until the dirt threatens the vision that has already ascended.

Love your mother and foremothers.

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