Some women prefer to be carried, but I prefer to walk. Feet callused with perseverance, skin burned when the embers of life get too hot.
Black Peoples you look like God to me, Black Peoples you look like gods to me.
Jealousy isn’t about it’s target, it’s about the feelings of inadequacy of the host.
…it would be wrong of me to steal someone else’s victory by becoming the captain of their controversies,
Your real issue lies in being transparent in front of people.”
…am I scared of spiders, or am I scared to practice blind faith?