You don’t have shit to say to me, I ain’t got shit to say to you. Also you black heffa, you stand your ground. If YOU don’t like me, you don’t have to fool with me. But you don’t have to talk to me or treat me mean. I don’t have to treat you mean.
I sit quietly and realize that God has been taking care of me this whole time. Maybe not in luxurious ways. Maybe not an easy life. But through protection,provision, good health, surviving hard days and always having just enough to keep going.