How dare you engage in this undignified competition to merely be one step higher than your sista? I’m finding it beyond belief that we are unable to exist peacefully and positively side by side. Maybe you misplaced the vision somewhere around the time you decided to trade in your teamwork makes the dream work mindset, for your new faux furs, ass shots and selfish ways.
Let me be the Queen to remind you that WE can win together.
The Power of Sistahood is often under estimated. Do you know why? Most times we fall short of the worlds expectations and honey those unrealistic standards are not our reality. Maybe reality tv is what they have in mind. That shit does not reflect much of a sistahood nowadays. Remember when Big Mama would say “it’s the sign of the times.”
It is time. Your sistas. Me. Your sista, have witnessed you degrade your self worth one time too many. Our ancestors will rise from their graves in indignation of you having served up your values on platter to the wolves.
Just in case you are not as intellectual as you used to be, meaning, you have dumbed down your resume for them folks, see, them folks don’t give a shit about you, them folk got you cooning, sista you have been the real joke.
The moment when you choke off the fumes from that green grass they handed your ass, from the other side, which turned out to be blood on your hands, so filled with pride
I know you may feel so high up, you could care less about your roots. But I won’t stop writing you letters and sending you our prayers.
To Come back, You can always come back
Your loving sista,
Photo cred: by my talented sista Melissa (link below)
Special thanks to a few of my dazzling Sista Queens from our tribe in the featured image:
Jasmin, Sandrine, Melissa, Shameka, Vanessa, and Daryl.
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