We Gotta Push For The Betterment Of Humanity. We Have To Push For Humans To Be Treated As Humans.

“ For the love of Soul “

Cj Hart & Nas’Tassia Simpson by Jordan Patterson

You are heard

You are loved

You are not alone

Your blackness is valid

You are black enough

You are love

You are incredible

Your strength is recognized

Just know someone right now is telling someone else how dope you are.

Black tumblr group hug

I love you

please know that you are important

please be careful out there

take your time in mourning

you’re allowed to be angry and to be sad

we love you and you matter

your life matters

Today,

I found my bathroom to be particularly interesting.

Why don’t we take photos with curiosity anymore.

Well

Why don’t I take curious photos anymore

?

A new set of scans came in.

That bitch Barbie has set a tone for me that I haven’t allowed myself to access in awhile. To embrace and evoke the power within me to exude out. I see this divine energy in those around me. I wonder if they feel it oozing in them the way it does me. I wonder if they feel it coming out their pore in the way I see it .

I dream about being a mom more then anything else

I’ve dreamed about my family more then my career my house, my card, the dog.

I’ve dreamed of copious amounts of children

And excited that I was their mom

All just bursting with excitement when I hugs them kissed them

I want to be the one they run to when they cry

I want to tell them it’s okay to cry and understand how to make it better

I want to be the one they call mom

I want to be their provider

Their confidant

I want years down the road for them to call and apologize for yelling me when they were 13 because now they see that I’m right

I want to create children who know how to love

Who love themselves

Who can feel so empowered to change the world.

I want to be a mother to change

I want to be a mother to droppings of love

I want to kiss baby toes

I want to cry at evey graduation and wedding

I want to cheer them on at games

And edit papers

I want to be a mother so bad

But who am I now

And who will I be for them to be proud of

Who will I be before I can be in a position to be a mother

And who’s the father???

Who’s dad because he’s just as important in this scenario

But back to the point

I want to be a mom more then anything

Can’t tell me this ain’t love

Arise and Shine my loves

This day is yours

The universe is doing good things

You are taking steps towards a better you

And a better future

You are making a difference

Everyday

Just watch

We see you

✌🏾🖤

to all the black girls out here breaking generational curses & healing from all the traumas of your past…i see you and i’m proud of you. i love you.

Hear me. See me.

All I want

All we want

Is to be heard, seen, and accepted

I understand that we all cannot be perfect. I understand that we all may not get along.

Lifestyles are different and I respect that

I am constantly respecting and understanding everyone else

But I ..

I still don’t feel accepted or understood.

I hear you when you say this is you

But hear me when I say this is me

I will not stop loving

I will not stop understanding

I will not stop

But one day I hope I don’t have to feel alone

One day I hope to be surrounded with energy that matches mine

One day I want to be surrounded by energy that wants to give as equally as it receives

I want to live in a light love

One that matches, and/or, amplifies the light and love that I do my best to put out

And when the burden of love breaks

I want to be understood why it broke , how I ended up here.

Forgive me for the one mistake I made when 90% of the time I am the complete opposite

I pray to one day be understood

I pray to one day live happily in a grace of bliss

One where I am unbothered by the burden of loving.

I love to love but sometimes when it’s not received it hurts and that’s the truth.

I can’t expect people to see or understand why I want to be there and be a light for them. But when they don’t understand I also can’t be upset that they didn’t accept it. I can’t expect people to see the light.

All I can do is continue to love and not worry

It’ll be received

They will be blessed

I will be blessed

Gods got me

I need to keep living

I need to keep loving

Weither it was asked for or not I should do everything with the utmost love and kindness in my heart.

That is the only way to love and the only way to make it

I have to keep doing it because that’s me, I can’t stop being myself.

I can’t hate myself for others not getting me, I can’t hate myself for putting myself out there and being rejected. I can’t hate myself for having a loving spirit. That’s not something that’s wrong.

I am not alone, I am loved.

Gods got me

Beach Bod

Beach babe

Ocean breeze

Met with

Ocean waves

The vibrance

The color

The melanin

The color

The expectation

The warped reality

What a trip this was

What a trip I wanted it to be

The sun can fuel your spirit

It can melt away The negativity of your mind

It can do so much if you let it

It also allows you to hide yourself behind the shade or your hands

To escape into hats, mask, and shadows

Tears can fall as you shiver under the breeze of the beach

You have to give to receive

I tried to recieve the light

Without letting go

I asked the sun to wash away my strife

And it required me to offer it up

But instead i received more

I added to my pile of dismay

And let it cook under the pressure of the heat

I clutched onto my layers of aggravation

And added heat

A photo

An image

An idea

An ideal

But a memory

The story behind it

Behind the editing

Behind the “candidacy”

The memory will last

And the longer I ponder on it

The less I’ll remember

The more I recall

The less I’ll get right

So this photo stands

But who knows where this trip will fall