Saying the hard parts out loud: I’m done being mad.

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I’m done.

Over it.

Put a fork in me.

Stick a pin in it.

I’m done.

Can I be honest, truly, beloveds?

I am done with being:

Angry.

Hurt.

Frustrated.

Sad.

Afraid.

For:

Myself.

My, country.

Myself, because of the state of my country.

My, country’s care, or lack thereof, of my personage for having the gall, audacity, apparent bad luck of being born a woman, a person of color, and many of the other labels slapped upon me by this world and seemingly all the contents thereof.

I spent 2019, angry about all the foolishness of everyone divided over every damned person, place and thing!

I spent 2020, devastated and furious over George Floyd and Breonna Taylor and…dammit am NOT going to start naming names that are just too damned many to name snuffed out for no damned reason other than having the nerve to live while black.

I spent 2019, 2020, 2021, furious at folks for forgetting we are our brothers and sisters keepers and dammit put on a damned mask if not for your sake for others who could not take the damned vaccine and dammit your doctor gave birth to your dumb ass so why can’t you listen to science already!! I KNOW God loves folks. What the fresh hell does that have to do with trusting the doctors He gave knowledge to??!!😡🤬

I started 2022, grieving the loss of a dear friend and several that followed behind her.

Enough.

It is enough.

I have put down my pitchfork and am done raging about this, outraging about that. Yes, I shall continue to pray for, and be upset about all the upsetting things and folks needing prayer.

Yet, I am choosing to spend the bulk of my time loving folk. We all a bunch of dummies who don’t know what the fresh hell we are doing half the time anywaze.

It is enough.

All this worldwide divide.

All this anger over things beneath is all.

All this foolishness due to fools who refuse to get some act right.

It is enough.

If these strifes and war of words and wars can start with a word, let it and them start with me.

It is enough.

I’m done being mad. I’m a black woman. If I didn’t choose the high road on the daily I would be pissed off 24/7 over this disservice or that mistreatment. I could retire if I had a penny for every slight/unfair thing that happens breathing air.

I love you, my brothers and sisters. Yes, even you dummies who won’t get no act right.

Who am I calling a dummy? ALL of us! We too stupid to love one another like God and Life told us. We been too busy chasing this and running from that.

It is enough.

your fellow dummy,

Cassandra

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