black. mother. womanist. queer. writer. veg. lover

My sun just told me I was “getting a little bit fat.” 

He has zero cut cards. I told him, “winter is coming.”

[Self-hatred is a helluva drug. I can’t fault any Black people for internalizing the anti-Blackness that is inflicted upon us, cuz I been there too, but I do fault them when they get on their soapbox to tell the world about it.]

[Self-hatred is a helluva drug. I can’t fault any Black people for internalizing the anti-Blackness that is inflicted upon us, cuz I been there too, but I do fault them when they get on their soapbox to tell the world about it.]