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Welcome home.

I'm Dr. Tamah, a minister, licensed psychologist, and sacred artist.

And this is Homecoming, a podcast to facilitate your journey home

to yourself. While I will provide weekly inspiration and mental health tips, this podcast is not

a substitute for therapy. I'm so excited you're on the journey. If you want to request specific

topics or share your progress, email me at homecomingpodcast at gmail.com. Also, after you listen,

be sure to like, subscribe, and share. Let's begin. Welcome home co-journers. I'm glad you're here.

And so please, that we have a poetry submission for this week from Giulani Kahaji. And if you

are a new listener for the podcast, I invite you to write a poem about your homecoming journey and

send it to me at homecomingpodcast at gmail.com. And Giulani's poem is called, I'm not a mother yet,

and I'm going to read an excerpt from it. My whole life, I thought that because I'm not a

mother yet, I had no work to do, that because I hadn't had a child or even a husband yet, that I was

cool. There was no need to think about it. I mean, why stress over something that's not here yet.

When little did I know I had to put some things in check, like my belief that I didn't deserve love,

like my ability to choose everyone but myself rising above. My needs, my dreams, and my desires,

because I the divine goddess that I am did not even matter. I'm not a mother yet, but I realize

that I couldn't be. I didn't want to risk messing my child up to be like me. Someone who's

unworthy, not worthy enough to find a stable mate, someone that would want to procreate,

with love, with intention, and with a divine connection to each other, so much so that we just

fit like a glove. But how, when my daddy didn't even see my value, how, when my innocence meant

nothing to that dude, how, when I saw my mother struggling, when she didn't have to, because I'm

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