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7 Things I Do When I’m Sad (Self-Care Post)

So, this list is comprised of actions that have helped me get back to my routine after being laid off; overcome a bad breakup, and grieve a loved one’s death. They all may not work for you, but I encourage you to find what does work to help rebuild your confidence and your happiness. -Sincerely,…

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I Have An Announcement! 🎉

“Why have I never added that to my Facebook profile?” (Insert a 🤦🏾‍♀️+ a 🙄) …Guessing now this means, at some point, I need to do a proper launch party, huh?! 😏

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Comments on Control and Being Still

Bruh, here’s a not-so-secret secret: I struggle with being in control. If I’m being real, I can paint a picture for you. Give me a second… Okay, so: A. Sometimes, I roll my eyes at people who I think don’t know what they’re doing instead of helping them. B. Although I’ll say when I’m wrong,…

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Dear Accountability Partners

I don’t do well with cluttered spaces. That’s physical and mental space alike. But, in my line of work, I don’t often have much time to myself—so life tends to get really cluttered with things to do and people to talk to very quickly. (Anyone else ever looked up at 3 or 4 in the…

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Validation + Self-Worth

Quick reminder: Everybody ain’t able, beloved. I honestly have to talk to myself like this sometimes, because people… 1) want to stress you out 2) want you to be miserable w/ them 3) can’t understand your gifts 4) want to put limits on your talents 5) love you when your positive energy is flowing from…

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Send this poem to a Black Woman 🖤

Is there someone in your life you who could use a reminder about how strong/creative/blessed they are? If you are a Black woman reading this, what are you speaking over yourself this morning, Queen? Here’s a poem I wrote years ago to speak over myself when I needed an extra bit of encouragement. My only…

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Revolutionary Love, II

Dear Malcolm,

I want a Nat Turner–most days.

A man willing to die

for the causes,

someone who wrestles

with the flaws of justice.

I know that God wants

a shield for all of us.

But you, will always

be safe with me

until your insecurities

find obscurity.

And when that fire

is subdued, use me.

Let me rub your

temples ’til you feel

a tremor in your heart;

soak your needs in my wants,

read the Gospel or Qur’an,

and heed the hieroglyphs

until the Nubian Dynasty

is reborn here in The New World

or at least until the next

Chicago renaissance.

You are safe in my love.

If only you cover me;

I will cover us.

—Betty

(October 3, 2018)

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