“This year I declare everything back into my life as mine and no one else’s. Last year when I lost myself I found God in me. I know this body as secular now. Know that this body can take a beating and survive.”
Our fire be in the water that fell from the sky.
Black girl make it rain.
We be more than mourning bodies.
When blk women coin one another sis we recognizing a similar struggle.
You say blasphemy but expect black women to be savior.
"I got angels and they got me"
There will never be an opportunity to love a black woman that I will be ok with missing.
How dare you say we can't blow fire in the direction of everyone?
Embry writes about a moment of self care between Black women.
Solutions by The State News