Make It Count.
Sometimes it’s going to feel like nothing you do is ever enough… Like, the fact that you’ve done everything but...
PTSD
Ugh. The stress. It’s the stress CAUSED from the trauma! I can’t tell you how much I stress. But, why?...
Take your RIB back!
You WILL get tired. Stay persistent. Stay patient. Stay prayerful. Good shit falls apart when it’s bad timing. Bad shit...
It’s Already Done.
Today, I feel as though I’ve been shot… Shot mentally… Shot physically… Shot emotionally… What’s worse than being shot physically...
Dear, Black Men…
How would you prefer we see you? Dead? Locked in a cage? Drugged out? Is that how you want us...