YOU ARE STILL MY PARTNER BUT YOU'RE NO LONGER MY SAFE PLACE
We still text every day. We still say "I love you." We still make plans for next week.
But something has changed.
I don't come to you when my anxiety spikes. I don't reach for you when your distance hurts. I don't feel safe enough to tell you what I'm really feeling anymore...
Most of the stress in your life doesn't come from what you are doing. It comes from what you know you should be doing, but aren't. Stress shrinks the moment you decide to change. Real exhaustion comes from living in limbo. Smart enough to know you need change, too scared to act.
I want a real girly vanilla gourmand perfume, not mixed with a fruit or flower. Just straight vanilla almost like an ice cream maybe even latonic. Suggestions?
For my fellow black people across the world. Let's drop this need to insist that our ancestors were kings and queens. As though royalty is the only measure of dignity.
The truth is that many of our ancestors were not monarchs.
They were farmers, blacksmiths, midwives, storytellers, traders. Ordinary people living ordinary lives and still their lives were full of meaning.
To be descended from those who planted yams, who raised cattle, who wove cloth and sang to the moon, is not shame. It is history.
Stop looking to Europe’s idea of royalty to justify your worth. Dignity is not the preserve of royalty. It belongs to humanity.