Getting Personal

*These are just a few of posts I've shared weeks ago on Instagram and Facebook, just wanted to post them here because of an idea I have... Stay tuned! xoxoxo babies!*

Posted May 1, 2014:

I just want to plant flowers in the hood, we have sunshine too. And visit farmer's markets on Thursdays. And art walks on Fridays. And festivals on Sundays... after church. I want to hold hands and be in like with a person that is on the same wavelength as me... Or at least one that is able to tolerate my otherness. A person that initially wanted nothing more but to learn my last name and about where my family is from. A person that will mouth the lyrics to "Ms. Fat Booty" with me, but recognizes that I am more than the title of one of my favorite songs. I wanna spend more time in museums and parks and minimal time in clubs and office buildings with equally as strange people that only see numbers. I wanna do more, and talk less. I need to give more. I'm probably being too strange for social networks at 8pm. Y'all carry-on with your magic pills, twerk videos and sad "news." That wasn't me being negative by the way, scroll down a little bit... I bet you'll find one of three.. Be great babies. XOXO

Posted April 23, 2014:

I'm crazy. I'm moody. I'm too short. I'm too fat. I'm too dark. I'm not black enough. I'm too confident. I'm sarcastic. I'm selfish. I'm lazy. I swear too fucking much. I'm too blunt. I'm too emotional. I lack emotion. I'm honest. I'm loving. I love my family. I'm a hard-worker. I'm determined. I'm intelligent. I'm loyal. I'm supportive. I'm loyal. I'm loyal. I'm loyal. I love the Lord. I do not have daddy issues. I miss my daddy. Chicago worries me. I wish I could bottle violence, ill feelings and anxiety up and bury it beneath 19474337464 oceans. I'm afraid of being alone, but I hardly let people in. I. Give. A. Fuck. About. Things. Even things that most people won't consider. Why am I writing this. Why AM I writing this? Idk. I'm the biggest supporter of self love, and the number one fan of anyone that refuses to let words from mindless, minuscule, morons move them. I feel so much, so often... But not enough. Lately, I've been extremely confused, extremely anxious and more emotional than I've ever been as an adult. I don't know what this all means but I listen. I listen to the voices. Dawg, I said I'm crazy... I listen to the voices. I'm learning how to understand MY life and where it's headed. How often do you just stop and focus on nothing but yourself? We get so lost in these "jobs" and tasks, we forget what really matters. Who, really matters. What's your soul looking like? Give yourself some more attention, you deserve it. This is dramatic as 10 aunties during a yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaas session. You hear me though. Love youuuuuu. XOXO 


Posted April 5, 2014:

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