I love being Black. There’s just this pride that comes with it, one that I can’t quite describe. I love seeing my people achieve greatness, excellence, and succeed. We wear our color like armor, capable of warding off any and all negativity, malice, or bad vibes. We are resilient, we persevere, we adapt and overcome. We have been kidnapped, bought, sold, stripped of everything we owned; yet we’re still here, we’re still standing strong. We’re not going anywhere, so get used to us.
I feel like Denise from The Cosby’s ….
I just want to have a plan and stick to it smdh.
I swear I just be wanting to move. Y’all going to mess around and find me back in the Tri-State come next year.
That was the nap of all naps.
I needed that shiiiiid.
I’ve literally been tired since Friday, ready to mentally prepare myself for Monday and start a new week.
Sometimes God stirs us out of comfortable situations in order to stretch us and cause us to use our faith. We may not like it, and it may not always be comfortable, but God loves us too much to just leave us the way we are.
This is ridiculous …. My ass needs to go to sleep.