“New Name”

 Onesha Marquez-Cora 


I must admit, I’m still getting used to it. Considering i was paternally estranged (aka bastard) for majority of my life I’m glad to have had the honor to meet my dad prior to his demise. It was brief but brilliant; I’m grateful for the depths of our encounters. Humble beast him. It is a privilege to carry 50% of his genes with the exception of my not so gentle hands and hairiness I could’ve gladly done without but hey since the Lord found it fit i ‘ought to be glad in it. 


In my now 29 years earth side,i find it far more productive to find reasons to be grateful. Complaining and murmuring are my major pet peeves. Nothing good has materialized from it; actually on the contrary it’s destructive. It extended the Israelites wander in the wilderness from 40 days to 40 years. 


I met my father at the ripe age of 21, he did nearly a vicennium inna feds. It was awkward to say the least considering how much time he spent shamelessly gazing at me. From the first encounter he seemed like a nice man (and that he was) .. I assured him that i wasn’t mad at him thinking that would break the ice but he just smiled and nodded. While I don’t recall our conversations verbatim I remember leaving encouraged that he was proud at what i made of myself and it was nice to see my mom receiving her flowers (she did her big one doli).Our second date was scheduled prior to our farewell. 


And that was the start of our road to redemption. 


The moment i stopped complaining about my childhood and honed in on the realities of the two parties involved it made it that much easier to pardon their incompetencies. 


Once you consider:

1. it doesn’t take nothing but a little heat to conceive a child 

2. Both parties did the best with what they had 


i began to develop a deeper honor and respect towards my mother cause keeping me regardless of her circumstances was an act of courage I couldn’t succumb to. Shortly after inception she was aware that this was a road she’ll have to face single-handedly by the sweat of her brow.. 


I had no intention of going here… this blog was supposed to be about how the building my lash studio was in burned down 2 weeks into the new year but instead i got distracted by my “new” or rather “rightful” last name i  guess we’ll leave that for another day!


 ( that’s that ADHD i was talking about manifesting [not new age meaning, it’s original unperverted meaning]  right before your eyes) 


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