I want you to fight, beloveds.
I want you to fight for you.
I want you to fight for your dreams.
Too many, beloveds, have given up.
I used to be one of them. One of the secret ones. One of the ones who had secretly ceded the ground of their dreams.
Why?
Why not?
I was nothing.
I was no one.
I was no import. At least, that’s what the world told this black, female, loud and worthless hide.
For too many years, beloveds, I fought for everyone but me. Me, I hid. Me, I refused to champion.
Why?
Because I was a nobody, remember?
Yet, something inside me absolutely refused to believe this about me. THIS rose up, in me. THIS became my why: To let folk KNOW they were loved and NOT alone.
That folk are worthy. That folk are worthwhile. That folk are worth it. They are. We are. I am. You are.
Now, I fight. Every day. Every single damned day. I fight for you. I fight for me. I fight for us all.
Dammit, God, fight with me. Send some folk to help me. I can’t reach them all. Can/will you?
asking for A Friend,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: Do THIS, beloveds. Whatever your THIS is. I would give my last dollar to be able to show a million folk how much they are loved and cared for. My dollars don’t stretch that far. All I can send are my love. Crap. Just doesn’t seemed to be a damned enough! Is it?…😥😡🎤
Be encouraged. I am foolish enough to believe these words will set someone free. I hope. Hope with me…
One step.
One step.
One step.
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU!
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- THE HAND FROM HEAVEN ✋🏾☁️🧻🤣
- COME SIT AT MY TABLE 🪑❤️🩹
- BELOVEDS, YOU CAN HAVE MY FLOWERS. I DON’T NEED THEM ANYMORE.
- Forgive them, Cassandra, God said to me
- Still In Love
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