Over the past couple months. I’ve completely redirected my energy. I changed my life. For YEARS I’ve focused my attention on everyone else. What do they need? What do they like? What do they want? What do I have to give them?
My thoughts are in a whole other place right now. Not that I don’t want to do for people. But from now on… self first. Without self, how the hell can I help anyone else. If folk don’t understand… 🤷🏽♀️ -RealityOfAPreachersDaughter
I was taught to be proud of who I am
I was also taught to be ashamed of who I am -RealityOfAPreachersDaughter
Why the fuck does a parent have to have a conversation with their black son about what to do when/if they are approached by an officer.
I don’t have kids yet, and I can’t imagine having to tell my son to have your hands where an officer can see them at all times. Don’t talk back. Give them what they want. WTF kind of society is this?
Just don’t get how black People are chosen to be shooting practice. This shit has to change! –RealityOfAPreachersDaughter
I feel stupid sometimes. Work hard, work hard, want to give up, bout give up, slow down, speed up. I’ve never given up, but sometimes I feel stupid trying to make up ways for exposure. -RealityOfAPreachersDaughter
What I do, I’m doing for me. Even though you may say “the lord told me to tell you”. I don’t care about that. My road my be lonely, but I feel good being me. -RealityOfAPreachersDaughter
I have to admit it’s damn near depressing seeing all this Happy Father’s Day stuff going on… I haven’t talked to my dad since my aunt died last year.
Care to know why? -RealityOfAPreachersDaughter
All of a sudden I start feeling weird and I don’t know why. I’m overwhelmed with thoughts of my friends parents who are no longer living, or who are very sick.
I have both of my parents, but I only talk to one. My father ruins my life when he’s in it. So I can’t let him in.
I started reliving one instance. My mom was pregnant with my little brother and my I remember him fighting her.
Why am I seeing this again
I was nine. My other brother was 5.
I didn’t know what to do…. -RealityOfAPreachersDaughter