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I hear you, you know. And although I’ve never seen you, I can picture you. I can picture the sadness that has taken over your beautiful face. Bruises where your skin used to be and a smile that ain’t quite like it used to be. I’ve never heard you cry though. I’ve heard the screaming…

Straight Like That

There’s no if, ands, or buts about it. There’s no requirements or qualifications. There’s no qualities or characteristics that promote or demote the amount of respect you should receive. It’s a respect me or else type thing……

Black, Young, & Married (It Ain’t Easy).

I don’t know why we believed that when you found your soul mate, life would be perfect. Everything would just fit and work itself out and you all would be inseparable. Marriage is nothing like the movies, books and tv shows portrayed to us. As a black millennial (Yes, there’s a huge difference); marriage is…

Some of Ya’ll Just Want to be Blind

What amazes me so much about people saying that police brutality isn’t real and that our (read your cause they only protect and serve a select few) police officers are only doing their jobs, is that they act as if cops have been upstanding individuals since the beginning of time. Like just a few years…

Check Yourself….

Lately, I’ve been seeing a lot of comments like: “I don’t know why black people hate white people, we should all love one another. That’s how you end racism.” Or, “Black people being racist towards white people only continues to spread hatred.” Or, “If black people want racism to end, they need to stop separating…

“I’m an ally” *insert hard eye roll*

During one of my classes for Higher Education, my professor asked a student, (who said that the class had opened their eyes and that they were ready to fight more for social justice) “What are you willing to give up for this fight?” And this year, this statement has constantly rang in my head; in…

Please Remove the Target from my Back

I have always been aware of my skin color. I have always known that I was black. It wasn’t until a few years ago that I discovered what being black meant to me. This self-discovery also led me to stumble upon what society thought of my blackness. It seemed that the more that I learned…

Don’t Call it a Comeback…..

Yes, I was gone for a long time but for my own sake just call it re-branding. I was recently doing some job interviews and one of the interviewers kept bringing up this blog page. She mentioned how intriguing it was and how she read a few of my posts. Then she asked what happened,…

A Mother’s Woes.

​I spent a lot of time yelling at my mother. CORRECTION, I spend a lot of time yelling at my mother. Yelling because she asks a million and one questions. Yelling because my day was terrible and she tells me to calm down. Yelling because I have a problem and called her for help but…

Lost & Found

I found this photo of my niece and fell in love with it all over again. With everything going on in the world and media, I have been struggling with being a black girl. Knowing that the world is against you or doesn’t see your value, hurts and scares you a lot. This picture made…

Officially Mrs. Johnson

On June 17th, 2015 around 11 AM I got married to the most amazing, loving, caring person in the world; my best friend. The ceremony was short and sweet and our vows were tear-jerking. 4 years ago I met a man who saw something in me that I did not yet see in myself and he…

To Whom This May Concern…

Dear girl who forgot to love herself, I see you hiding. Behind everything you think will make you more noticeable. I see you craving and begging for someone to love you the way you see in movies. The type of love that comes at a price and makes you risk everything you have and all…