"I think women shouldn’t cut their hair short it makes them look like men and no guy will date you."
HEAR YOU OVER
SO FUCK OFF WITH YOUR SEXIST BULLSHIT
You are not the sentimental type. You can be coarse, selfish, and impulsive. You are pleasure-driven and forever dissatisfied. And yet there is something in you that contradicts all that.
Perhaps it is the way that you call me so early in the morning and asked me to come and see you because you could not wait another second. Perhaps it is the way that you tell me that you missed me. Or how you slip your fingers between mine, gripping me tight and leading me along. Perhaps it is the way that you stand with me at the stoplight and run your hand from my cheek down my neck and stop, gently splaying your fingers just below my collar bone as your rest your forehead against mine. Maybe it’s the way that you tell me that I am beautiful with such conviction in your voice that for that moment I truly believe you. But then maybe it’s the way that you kiss me hard in the darkened stairwell, your hands on either side of my face and your body pressed to mine. The way your eyes drink me in, the way your hands electrocute my skin, the way you pull me in… And you lay against me heart to heart and our eyes lock with all our limbs entangled. How you look with the sun shining in and dancing across your skin and lighting you up. The way that I feel like I could lay beside you and count all of your freckles forever. The way you smile at the ceiling and lay still as I watch you, and let me trace your profile with the very tip of my finger that you trapped between your teeth when I reached your mouth. The way that you pulled the blankets over us and smiled softly as you snuggled close, pressing your lips to my neck. The way that you are so attuned to me. The way that you dance in the middle of the street. Your spontaneity and your wit and your easy laughter. The way that you said you liked to cut my food for me. The way you smiled when strangers said that we looked good together. The way that you kissed me hard on my open mouth when I left.
You are selfish. Distant. Confusing. Intense. But I am drawn to your tenderness. Your brilliance. Your sweetness despite yourself. You are hard, and nothing like the man that I thought I wanted. You are likely all wrong for me, and I know I should run. But I want you. You have hardly left my mind since the moment I met you. I can’t say that you are everything that I am looking for, but I crave you in ways that surprise me. I’m staying. I’ll take you however I can get you. It is all up to you and I am yours. I’m staying.
I’ll stay for as long as you’ll let me."
People have the power to break your heart, and it’s okay to protect yourself from that.
Don’t be afraid to say no to what you know to be poison to your heart.
You are not weak because you guard yourself. You are strong because you are willing to protect what you know to be worth more - your heart.
I want you to be strong enough, brave enough, and you enough to walk away from everything that breaks your heart or makes you settle.
Foster what makes your heart thrive, not what makes your heart question it’s own worth."
Tell me about a time where a white child was killed and black people made a hashtag mocking their death, a Halloween costume mocking their death, or a celebration of their death in any way shape or from. NEVER!!
Black pride has never been about hating white people, but white supremacy has always been about hating black people.