Come in and take a seat please, as there are a few things I want to talk to you about, Black girl.
We all have a little girl in us that we channel and she’s the one who needs to hear this.
I want to tell you that it’s OK.
We don’t chose our parents. We don’t chose our schools and we didn’t chose the neighborhood that groomed us.
Today we’re grown with the ability to forgive, overcome and be whomever we want! We must accept our past, learn from the mistakes of others and take our lessons with us.
Black girl, you’re worth more than what the media have told you.
Iron-clad in expensive weave and designer shoes galore, your value rests in the bosom of greatness. You are mothers, sisters, care-givers, nurturers and besties.
Please never think a dress defines you or your ‘ass’ets make you supreme. It’s your light. Your spirit. The jewel in your womb to birth dreams, a nation and desires of mankind.
Too deep? Then you watch too much TV.
Stop being shallow, Black girl.
Read about your history and not just necole bitchie or Bravo.
Read about where you came from. Not massa’s house. Not slavery. You have the blood of royalty. That’s why nice things appease you. It’s your nature. We just have to realign with our purpose to fully grasp our destiny.
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Don’t be bitter, Black girl.
You say you can’t trust anyone. No. You don’t trust yourself. You’ve invested your best in those unworthy. You’ve given your all when it wasn’t reciprocated and that hurts. I know. I’ve been there. There, now, actually. But I have to remember that it’s not my fault when someone hurts me. Lies to or deceives me, it’s their ill to bear.
We must trust. We must love. We must forgive.
That bitterness we harbor because of choices we’ve made in conjunction to ones out of our control, must be eradicated.
Rid yourself of anything and anyone not serving you well.
Anything not good for and to you isn’t good enough to be with YOU.