K.M.B.A.

FEB 17

5:02 AM

I’m writing this at about five o’clock in the morning, which I’ve learned is really the only time I can form a complete thought without the nearest fool trying to cut me off. 

I should clarify a couple of things. There’s been some confusion as to who you’re dealing with.

This blog was created to contest stagnancy, and even worse, regression. Before this, I spent too much time chasing situations, ideals, and people that belittled me and my potential. 

I understand that the hopes of a larger audience are feeble, considering the percentage of niggas that actually read (and not just post a book cover on Instagram for the appearance of awareness) is minimal at best. Luckily, this is purely for selfish reasons. I write to sort out my thoughts, ask meaningful questions, and solidify what I already know about my great vocabulary and stellar sentence formation capabilities.

I’m okay with not being right all the time. Contradictions are inevitable and disagreement is expected. Your empathy and validation, although appreciated, is unnecessary. Whether or not you take the time to understand me, my world will continue. 

If at any point, you felt like you knew me, I am happy to inform you that you are incredibly mistaken. I’m a lot of things: moderate and extreme, timid and aggressive, humble and arrogant. The one thing I am not is stupid. 

To the inadequate population, curious, outspoken Black women like myself are approached as a challenge, expecting to be torn down. I just happen to be great at building myself up. 

My tongue is sharp and my perspective is unparalleled. If these thoughts of mine are too much or too candid, there’s really only one thing left for me to say. 

Kiss my Black ass, respectfully. 

- JK