WHO are you doing your why for?
Who are you for?
Why for, are you for, who you are for?
lol.
I said a mouthful, eh? What I am asking, is why are you doing, your why? For, whom? You? Or, for someone else?
Is your try, for you? Or, are you trying in order to meet someone else’s expectations?
It’s important to know WHY and for WHO you are trying.
Why?
Because, life gets awfully trying, if you are trying, simply to try to win the love, respect, eyes, of another.
I have been asking myself why. On just about everything.
Why?
Forever, and a day, I had been doing because I was so used to doing. Everything. For, everybody. Now, I don’t regret this. Far from it. I just wish I had done more, for ME.
Why?
Because, I had put off soooooooooooooo many things, working myself into a ball of exhaustion. I had given all, to all, leaving not very much, for ME.
Why?
I rarely, asked why.
Okay, I never asked why.
Why?
I was raised, to take care of everyone’s care. I was raised, to care less, for me and my cares. I was raised, to pretend I didn’t care.
Why?
It’s just how us women are often raised. Mom told me she was teaching me to cook, so I could win the heart, of a man.
Also, I was forever being told I would be ‘pregnant before you turn 16.’ Still waiting for that, at 54.
I spent decades, essentially, working myself into the ground. To prove I was NOT:
A young, black, lazy, loud, unintelligent woman who just wanted to make her way, through life, living ‘off the system’.
Real talk, and I am purposely digressing, I AM SICK AND TIRED OF BEING A PERSON OF COLOR THAT HAS TO TIPTOE QUIETLY, THROUGH THE WHOLE DAMN WORLD, IN ORDER TO PROVE, SOMEHOW, TO WHITE FOLK, THAT I AM A ‘GOOD’ BLACK PERSON WHO IS QUIET AND A BOTHER TO NO ONE. TO HELL WITH THAT?!! LET ME BE ME!! I AM LOUD. SO WHAT?! GET USED TO ME AND MY PASSION!!
Whew! That felt great. I bet some of yall, beloveds, are just as annoyed, to have been told to be this, that, or the other thing.
I am unapologetically me, now.
Why?
It was time for me to start doing my why for me.
It’s important to know why. It’s important to know for whom.
Why?
Good question!
Keep asking,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: so often, we’re placed into a box. We only get out of that box, when it suits the world. To heck with that! Be you, beloved. Unapologetically. Loudly, if necessary. Quietly, only if you want to be quiet. Our timeliness is short. Live the life you want to lead. Not the life that has been chosen for you by others. You don’t have to do the things your parents did. You don’t have to follow, in the footsteps, of your peers. Take new steps. Take your steps. Then, keep moving forward…
- BELOVEDS, YOU CAN HAVE MY FLOWERS. I DON’T NEED THEM ANYMORE.
- Forgive them, Cassandra, God said to me
- Still In Love
- REAL TALK: DESPISE NOT SMALL BEGINNINGS, BELOVEDS.👘🦺🥾👟🥿👞🩴👢🩰👡⛑️🔌🕯️🔎🖌️🖋️📢
- IT ME!
Why Can't I Be Loud?! 