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Our Deepest Fear is not that we are inadequate
Our Deepest Fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, who am I to be Brilliant, Gorgeous, talented, and fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
Your playing small doesn't serve the world
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking
so that other people will not feel insecure around you
We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us
It is not just some of us; it is in everyone
And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.
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ALL MY BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE!!!! About me,let's see..I guess you can say I have a colorful personality..I can be shy or wild...party on the town or lay in bed with pjs and hot cocoa....sweet or bitchy. I like what I like and I Love what I Love.I am 5'8, Puerto Rican and Black, three tattoos; one my lower back, one on my left wrist, and one on my right ankle, long legs, hips, and sexy ;-). I was born in Bronx, New York and I am now living in the "A," thats Atlanta for the slow folks. A graduate from Georgia State University with a Bachelors of Science in Criminal Justice;I work hard. I study hard. I have fun. Thought provoking. People hate me. People love me. I know I'm tall. 100% Natural, no preservatives added, 0 carbohydrates, 0 grams of trans fat, sweetened with real fruit juice. funky, attitude, loves to laugh, and play, and frolic; just having a great time. I am a DIVA!On the real, I don't go for bullshit. I don't have the time or the patience to play games. If you want to know something, I am not a psychic, ask. Don't beat around the bush. I am independent, strong, I speak my mind, and don't apologize for it. If you don't like it...step. I am not down with haters, so don't start shit, and there won't be shit. I like to be loud and have fun; can't stand drama, so don't bring it here. I am what i am and your approval is not needed. So if you are straight forward and looking to have fun, Hit me up.BITCHDOM
When I stand up for myself, they call me a bitch.
When I stand up for those I love, they call me a bitch.
When I speak my mind, think my own thoughts or do my own things my own way, they call me a bitch.
Being a bitch means I won't compromise what's in my heart.
It means I live life MY way.
It means I won't allow anyone to step on me.
When I refuse to tolerate injustice and speak up against it, I am defined as a bitch.
The same thing happens when I take time for myself instead of being everyone's maid, or when I act a little selfish. It means I have the courage and strength to allow myself to be who I truly am and won't become anyone else's idea of what they think I "should"be.
I am outspoken, opinionated, and determined.
By God, I want what I want and there is nothing wrong with that.
So try to stomp on me, try to douse my inner flame, try to squash every ounce of beauty I hold within me. You won't succeed. And if that makes me a bitch, so be it. I embrace the title and am proud to bear it.
B-Being
I-In
T-Total
C-Control of
H-HerselfB-Beautiful
I-Intelligent
T-Talented
C-Charming
H-Hell of a womanA few quotes:
Everyday is a good day and today is the best day of my life.
Whatever your mind can conceive and believe, it will achieve.
Dream great dreams and make them come true.
Success is an attitude. Get yours right.
Never underestimate the power of a smile, a firm handshake, or a warm greeting. These are tools that fashion long lasting relationships.
Fuck all the bullshit, its a waste of time
This is not Burger King, you don't get it your way. You take it my way. If you don't like it, then you don't get the damn thing!!!
What if I am a black woman? Is it a disease? Well, if it is I sure hope its catchy because they need to pour it into a jar and label it, and sprinkle it all overthe people, men and women, who ever cried, walked, or died for any one of us.
So...what if I am a black woman? Is it a crime? If it is, arrest me! Because I..m strong, but gentle, I..m smart but learning, I'm loving but hateful. And I like to feed, clothe, and house me, mine, and yours and everybody like I..ve been doing for the past 300 years.
What if I am a black woman? Is it insane? Commit me! Because I want happiness not tears, truth not lies, pleasure not pain, sunshine not rain. A man not a child!
What if I am a black woman? Is it a sin? Pray for me! And pray for you too, if you don..t like women of color because we are: midnight black, chestnut brown, honey bronzed, chocolate covered, honey dipped, big lipped, big hipped, big breasted, and beautiful all at thesame time.
So what if I am a black woman? Does it bother you that much because I I want a man who wants me...loves me, trusts me, respects me, and gives me everything because I give everything back, Plus!
What if I am a black woman? I've got the same rights as you! I have worked and diedforthem,lied for them, played and laid for them in every plantation from Alabama to Boston and back!
What if I am a black woman? I love me, and I want you to love me too, but I am and always have been near you, close to you, beside you, under you, strong, giving and loving for 300 years, your BLACK WOMAN!
LOVE ME!I know there are times when I am a bitch, but sometimes, people get a little over board....SO, I have this:BITCH POINT:
What I want to know is at what point did I become a bitch? Was it when I didn..t say hello after you grabbed my hand and I pulled away, cause I didn..t appreciate you touching me cause I didn..t know you? Or was it after you said:"Hey baby, Whatup Shorty," and I told you that wasn..t my name and rolled my eyes? Was it before or after you made animal noises like you were on a farm, trying to get my attention, and I ignored you because I am not a cat, dog, chicken, or any animal! Or maybe it was because you felt dissed in front of your boys, cause I didn..t give you my number? Is that what compelled you to refer to me that way? I mean really, when did I become a bitch? Was it before or after you bought me dinner and I wouldn..t let you come upstairs for what you thought was owed to you? Or maybe it was after I showed you I was a strong, independent sista who expects nothing less from brothas...men, that I became a bitch? I just want to know at which point did I stop being a reflection of your mother, sister, aunt, grandmother, cousin, niece, daughter, pinpoint for me exactly when it was I stopped being a woman; I..d like to know.Well, this is me, you can take it or leave it. Feel free to drop me a line or two. I'll write you back when I can.
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