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Know your Worth, King.

Dear Ella, I met a young lady last November, exchanged numbers and from that point we talked literally every day via calls and texts. After like a month I noticed…

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Learning to Say “No”

The first step towards getting what you want, is to stop accepting the shit you don’t want. But that’s easier said than done, I know. In order to be…

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Do you think you’re too good?

“You think you’re better than everyone,” they often say.

“No… But you obviously think I think I’m better than everyone. Why is that?” is always my reply.

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Why am I Single?

“You’ve known me two days,” I said plainly.

“It feels like forever,” he bullshitted. His last relationship “ended” this passed February. He’s an Aquarius who’s dated two Aries’…

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Can you Make Someone Care?

  “I told her, that even though it’s her birthday… it doesn’t really affect anyone else. It’s

not a holiday. And that’s what I said, cuz that’s how I felt,”…

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When is it Time to Quit?

  If I haven’t made a complete fool of myself, I’m probably not done. I can’t say that works for everyone, but you’ve got to decide which risks you’re willing…

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Is that your man?

5.16.12

Exactly one year ago I thought….

 

That’s not my man… because he’s not. So every time I want to do for him, I have to sit back and…

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chapter 3: a fatherless child

When I was nine months old, my father crashed into the pole of a backlit sign that read “Londsdale Liquors”, exactly 0.5 miles from my home. My mom went away the summer after kindergarten and came home when I was in the end of second grade. I did not like her when I met her…

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Chapter 2: no more Christmases

At 7 years old, I was praying for a Nickelodeon mom, whose main concern would be me and my after school snacks. Instead, my mom sat at the head of the table like a deer in headlights. Doña Colombia threw her a homecoming party; in my mom’s house, scratching up her floors & breaking what…

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Chapter 1 : Where’s mom?

I woke up because something was different. I was 5 years old, and as far as I could remember, my mom had been there when I woke up. I didn’t have my own room until I was about 10. The room was in the back corner of the railroad style house. When you walked out…

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