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[ felt like writing something small  ] 
          
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          • There's this story 
          
          
          
          A wife received flowers, not every day but on occasion.  
          From time to time, the husband would come into their home, and in his hand, was a single rose. "For you, my love," he'd tell her. And like the appreciative woman she was? She took it,  and in return, she kissed him. "Thank you, my love, it's beautiful." 
          
          It had become a part of their norm, every blue moon the wife waited for that single rose from the man she adored dearly. 
          
          But one day, the wife decided to get flowers & surprise the husband, as he'd always done for her. And upon buying them, she ran into a woman there, looking to buy flowers as well. They exchanged hellos and began to chat. 
          
          The wife explained to the stranger, she was getting flowers for her husband as a surprise for dinner that night. "A dozen roses." She blushed, for her wonderful husband. 
          
          The woman smiled and prepared to leave when she paused and began to explain. "Make sure it's twelve roses to be exact, my boyfriend sometimes brings me roses, but for some reason? There's always one missing." And with that, she said goodbye and went on her way. 
          

Haven't been feeling like much of anything these past couple of months tbh. I believe I'm currently in an "emotional freeze" and today out of nowhere I felt like writing.  But not book-wise, but something.. So ❤️
          
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          Black woman to black woman? 
          
          Coming from a black woman herself. It isn't easy being me, yet I'm not trying to be anyone else, "I'm just a girl" really means something to me, because I truly am, but damn, can I get a little respect, maybe some space? 
          
          Can I not get called lazy for working at MY own pace, get out of my face, please? 
          
          I mean who am I to disrespect anyone who's never given me the courtesy to breathe? Shit, black women better watch their tones, how dare we beg to be left alone, for even a minute in the comfort of our homes..
          
          AND don't touch my hair, & stop staring at me like I don't belong here! 
          
          Sweet Dear, everything we get has to be shared, divided, and split into shares with others, because why should black women get the spotlight shined on them? We can even get genuine love from our brothers.
          
          Hmm... some of them don't even like their own mother's.  SHH, let me hush  
          
          But don't listen to me, I'm just a black woman, ears close up the very moment I speak, excuse me, I guess that's why I'm so "loud" because I get "huh" a lot, but I'm sure you'd hear my "anger" right? Oh alright, the only time you hear a black woman's cry, is....

Heyyyy! I hope all is well 

Hey love are you okay

it wont let me read Remember me  what do i need to do?

so glad I was able to complete remember me  you did phenomenally on that piece!! Can’t wait to see what’s next 

Ok I’m ready to read

Hi babies. Hope is well with you all. I've been under the weather & adulting so I've been pretty tore up lmao. BUT, I plan on getting updates and stuff together to post this week!! And I have A LOT of new material, that I'm SOOOO excited for you all to read, because it's stuff I like, stuff I genuinely like, & I was in a great headspace when I was writing/creating these ideas. 
          
          Also, I'm stepping outside of my usual box/comfort zone to challenge myself. SOOOOOO this is going to be a wonderful year! I'm claiming it! 
          
          
          
          ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Hello please update healing you soon thank you

Happy New Year ❤️