I ask myself constantly, when people look at me what do they see? A mentally broken black woman who struggles every day with her emotions? The smiles that are forced but widely accepted. When will […]
I ask myself constantly, when people look at me what do they see? A mentally broken black woman who struggles every day with her emotions? The smiles that are forced but widely accepted. When will […]
The clutch that was once adoring and desired is now bursting with fear and hurt. Wounded by the style of life that once had me content. Demolished my internal peace, something I never seen approaching. […]