Before I died, I was verified. Paid with blue checks, my name spelled wealthy. Once millions liked me and followed me, I had a reason to live. * I slaved like happy. These Black knees bent. These Black hands spent seasons on the altar of gods who felt virtually real. These Black fingers pressed keys […]More
Since Feb. 2016, I've encouraged myself and others on this honest blog, Roots and Hope. I love to share my heart about faith, mental health, & young adulting.