I know it’ll pass but the lonely is strong when I don’t want to cry into my pillow, filling it with my hurt because I want to be held. When I want to cry into a chest more resilient than mine in the moment. To be pulled in tighter than I can hug myself. The … Continue reading The Lonely Hour
I’ve been struggling lately. This is what has come from that struggle so far. I’m a work in progress. Healing takes time. 💜
I love him.
...I'd rather die with my ancestors in the ocean because they knew death was better than bondage...
We know your thinking holds consequences and it tries to bury our truths but our truths are seeds and will always bear fruit.
Blacks are still looked at as profits in some cases and not people.