Just keep pivoting till you find where you want to be. many people rush life. They throw themselves into a specific box, then stay there. Motion is the privilege that the living have. Be many things at the same time. Or be nothing, for a time. Simmer in life, marinate, grow.
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Kids randomly calling you daddy at the mall will have you - seriously - questioning your fashion.
I am out here, busting my butt to look like Chris Breezy & all they see is Goddamn Santa Claus.
Bloody two-toothed stinkerbutts. I am not afraid of throwing hands, kid or no kid
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@sharonxoxo_ No because younger me was legit scared that maybe the Reason why I was so stubborn was because God was hardening my heart so he could destroy me sometime in the future 😩
Self-sufficiency. People need advice for everything. They need handclaps for every little milestone you could think of including sipping tea. And if you don't care to partake in the circus, you are a hater.
@THEREDPILL22 It's just the earth that completes a revolution around the sun nothing more buana don't complicate things. In fact I thi k a year can start and end at any calendar date since there is no specific starting point in the orbit that we should all abide by.
I have come into this quiet realization that I will never be a light-skinned woman man. My woman is chocolate colored. She is dark. She is not black. Black is a cat. A polythene paper. Black is a night. That is not my woman. My woman is dark. A very specific tinge of dark found - predominantly - in the Luhya women of Kenya.
Why? I guess because dark is familiar. My mother was dark. My 1st love was dark. Maybe because dark is a mystery on its own. You can't tell the scratches and scars until you lean in. And who doesn't like a little mystery? Dark is a book that is yet to be unravelled, pages waiting to be turned.
But more importantly, dark is not loud. It does not say, "here I am, please see me. Please acknowledge me." It's the quiet cloud on a sunny day. That I am, whether you see me or not. I exist. And that's my woman.
That is not to say I haven't and would not date a light skinned woman. I have dated light skinned all the way to White-skinned. My affections are not subject to politics. My passion, not an act of activism. I love who I love: wherever, whenever, however. It is entirely my prerogative.
But the passion Kelly Rowland ignited in me I never found in Beyonce. Give me my coffee and leave me alone, man. You can keep Fanta. And, thus, we must part ways amicably. You must love who you love, when you will it. Be they one-legged, one-eyed, or pink in colour. My grievances should not be your compass in these turbulent waters of passion.