A Mom With SH*T To Say
Things happen that some of us may never understand. No matter how good or bad, we always seem to tell ourselves it’s part of God’s plan. Everything happens for a reason, that’s what they say. Maybe if we had answers to why, the pain would go away. Could I have done something to stop the... Continue Reading →
Photo by Mohammed Hassan on Pexels.com A prisoner to myself The doubts I had Things I feared daily Stereotypes due to the color of my skin Judgement about what's between my legs Negativity coming out mouths of the miserable Today I'm breaking free Moving anything or anyone in the way I won't be stopped from... Continue Reading →