Nothing will ruin your life more than thinking you should have your life together already.

Feelings. Fade. Memories. Stick. Kind of like honey.

I’ve spent too much time wondering what people think of me and spent so long trying to look good enough for Dodson, for white people, for Mama, for everyone except myself. And i think it’s my time to finally be who I am, who I want to be.

I tell myself that I love this skin, that I’ve always loved my blackness, that if the world doesn’t love me, I will love myself for the both of us.

But you never know how strong you really are or can be until it’s the only choice you have.

I strongly believe that it's up to everyone, regardless of race, to heal that divide and come together to fight police brutality.

I'm seeing so many All Lives Matter bullshit posts that have my entire body shaking. People don't fucking know that black folks were never included in the all. All-American means white. All-inclusive means white. All lives means white lives. It's bullshit. White folks always make it about them, and I'm pissed off that they're trying to mask their hatred with these tags.

All I am left thinking is: What lesson did I have to be taught? Not to be a concerned individual? Not to care about someone else's innocent life, the boy lying unconscious across from me? Not to care about my own life? Not to be a member of my own race?

Hey, you just 'member it's all in the butter. I keep trynna tell your cousins that, and they don't listen for the life of 'em."Butter is probably Grandma's favorite ingredient, and she puts it in nearly everything. I believe she'd put it in her raisin bran in the mornings if she could.One year, she made deep-fried sticks of butter and dipped them in chocolate sauce and melted peanut butter. I'm not gonna lie. It was pretty flame, but I'm sure at least one of my arteries clogged up.

I prayed for twenty years. Nothing happened until I got off my knees and started marching with my feet.