you ever peeped those people who were doing nothing and looked like they were going nowhere?
they were stagnant and literally spent their days on the couch or playing video games.
suddenly,
a shift happened,
and that “stagnant” life is in the rear view mirror.

i think some people end up thriving after being stagnant tbh.
i was always taught that if i wasn’t doing something,
if i wasn’t moving like everyone else,
that i was a failure at life.
i see it with a lot of people tbh.

if they aren’t on,
they feel off.

…but i’ve learned a lesson time and time again,
especially right now in my life…

there are some us who truly thrive in persecution.

i’m one of those people.
some of you are my people too.

we are underestimated heavy and gotta plop our big dicks on the table.
they see quiet or even insecurities,
but when someone is trying to fuck us because they THINK they have the big pipe…

even if we are on the role of the bottom,
we FUCK BACK.

it starts off slow but then we gotta fuck them back hard for them to get the message.

you gotta fuck them back so hard,
they tell their friends how far you shoved your dick in em.
so when i’m faced with nonsense,
i don’t do the obvious by barking back.
i go quiet; fox quiet.
the kind of quiet where i’m perched and paying attention.
it’s my way of choosing the right path before i react,
along with gathering alliances too.
from the last time i posted,
it’s been a big ol cocktail of…

its so heavy in my life rn,
i had to make a playlist of whitney’s gospel tracks and spiritual songs.

truly.
this year has been…

i faced so many disappointments,
especially with things and people i thought i knew.
i can’t even trust when i’m on solid ground anymore.
shit that don’t even make sense either.
just shit going wrong because the devil wants to fuck with me.
i told a friend the other day:

“if this was 2015,
i think i would have broken from all the weight.”

going further back,
i always use to say 2003 was one of the toughest years of my life.
2025 year has cracked me open to force me to pick up the pieces.
this year has broke me open and all the pieces…

we don’t realize other people are going through their own shit too.
i am so in my head about this housing shit,
i was brought back down to earth really quick.
now this doesn’t mean my issue isn’t stressful,
but when i talk/font to others,
i’ve been shown they are stressed TF out too.
one of my home vixens got to chatting last week.
i told her shit has been rough without going into too much detail.
so she responded that she….

listennnnnnn….

i’ve come to two conclusions about that assassination.
it has been sitting on my spirit for a while now.
i like to look deep into things when i’m connecting dots.
so check it,
one…

i like those who can admit they do dumb shit from time to time.
those types make you want to live your truth tbh.
there is someone who is UN-apolgetcally themselves in a healthy way that i love.
personally,
i’m over people on bey’s internet who are pushing perfection.
they do and font “the right things” that give us hope,
but behind the scenes…