Beloveds, can I holla atcha?
For the past few weeks, I have come across countless reports, videos and Tiktoks from those who are freely sharing hate for those who look like me.
I almost rushed here to lament about all the actual hate being directed to those who look like me. From those who don’t look like, talk like, believe like, or walk like me.
When I asked God what to do. God said:
“Love them. But, leave them to Me”.
That settled me. I have but these words:
You are my sista. You are my brotha. Simple as that. Love me. Hate me. Dismiss me. Ghost me. Don’t make me no never mind.
I got your back. Periodt and end of story. I shall show up for you, on the daily. I love you and care about your life.
You matter to me So there! HA!
Tell haters HA! and love me back…lol
love from your big/little sis,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
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One step.
One step.
One step.
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU!
- 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
- REAL TALK: DESPISE NOT SMALL BEGINNINGS, BELOVEDS.👘🦺🥾👟🥿👞🩴👢🩰👡⛑️🔌🕯️🔎🖌️🖋️📢
Why Can't I Be Loud?! 