If growing up is painful for the Southern Black girl, being aware of her displacement is the rust on the razor that threatens the throat.
Facebook is required for my current online-marketing class.
I’ve been over-sharing on there because when I do something, I do it.
Ten more days and I can rip that shit out by the roots.
My therapist kept looking at me today like she wanted to say “You know you’re too old for this shit, right?”
If they don’t know you personally, don’t take it personal.