Protecting my Peace Has me Lonely AF

I’m lonely af. But don’t cry for me, Argentina, because I’m not talking about the staring out into the rain, plotting my existence kind of lonely. I’m talking about the kind of lonely where when I look around, there aren’t very many people orbiting my personal atmosphere. And given that I prefer my own company, … Continue reading Protecting my Peace Has me Lonely AF

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Why “Good Girls” LOVE “Ratchet” Music

Them: “You really like this song?” Me: “Yup!” Them: “WOW! I’m like really shocked." Me: "OK ..." And this conversation is how this week’s blog post began. Because there was I: minding my business listening to Meg the Stallion weave together catchy bars about having a wang dang doodle of a time in a local … Continue reading Why “Good Girls” LOVE “Ratchet” Music

Hood PTSD: This Sh*t Ain’t Healthy, Y’all

This shit ain’t healthy or normal, y’all. And dealing with it, reconciling it mentally contributes to your hood PTSD.

“He’s Ain’t Gone Change, Sis!”

That job, that man, your momma and your daddy, your pastor and the congregation, whatever the person or situation ... AIN'T GONE CHANGE, SIS!

Some of Y’all PROFOUNDLY P*SSY

Yeah, I said it. Because as I scrolled through my timeline this past weekend, all I saw was people doing the absolute most on this Profoundly app. For those who are as clueless as I was a few days ago, Profoundly is an app you can embed into your Facebook profile that allows your Facebook friends to … Continue reading Some of Y’all PROFOUNDLY P*SSY

Why Kodak Black is Important (Noooo, but For Real Though)

I know, I know, you clicked on this blog to check on my mental health and to make sure I’m not high, right? But before you call the men in the white an with the straight jackets, hear me out for a few minutes ... please ... I promise, the discussion is at least worth … Continue reading Why Kodak Black is Important (Noooo, but For Real Though)

R.I.P Nipsey Hussle: Conspiracy Theories and Black People

Nipsey Hussle died this weekend. The shit hurt  my heart and I don’t even know that man ... and I’ve never been the type to get wrapped up in celebrity shit beyond the entertainment value.  But this one hurt.  We all watched as people gathered in the streets.  We watched as the police arrested the … Continue reading R.I.P Nipsey Hussle: Conspiracy Theories and Black People

I’m a Fat Chick

I’m fat.  Maybe not fat af.  But I definitely have to buy new jeans every few months because my thighs rubbing together thins the fabric.  And I definitely make sure my bra sits far enough on my back to keep my back fat contained ...  And I definitely have to push my boobs down to … Continue reading I’m a Fat Chick

My Struggle, My Identity, My Life is NOT FOR SALE!

This week’s lesson is less about what I learned about me this week … And more about what I learned about the world. You know, like a proverbial light bulb moment, only this light bulb was turned out a while ago. In fact, I wrote a whole blog about this light bulb moment last year, called … Continue reading My Struggle, My Identity, My Life is NOT FOR SALE!

Thankful AF! Redemption Song

I’ve been a horrible friend. I’ve betrayed people who trusted me. I’ve broken hearts unapologetically. I’ve hurt people who showed me nothing but kindness. Yes. Me. I did those things.