Nope

There’s an unraveling happening. Not just in the world but within myself. I’m facing the old me. The one who allowed others to drag and dump all their ish upon. See, I am her. That Black woman! the one NO longer handing out yesses, can-dos and i-got-its. the world don’t want my kindness. it wants me to conjure fire. a wild one. The world wants my you-got-me-fucked-all-the-way- upness. my sick-and-tireds. i will no longer be your egg shell walker, world! come get this stank. take a good whiff. the world never wanted my kindness anyway. for real the world don’t deserve my kindness. it needs my maybes, my not -right-nows, my I AINT-GOT-ITS and a whole bunch of HELL NOoooooooos.