From Mama to Dawta and Back Around Again
Good writer I ran across. Great content and Much more precise points than my own loose rants.
She sat on the floor, in between her Mama’s knees and got her hair braided. (Such a sweet little girl.) Her Mama kept telling her “Your Daddy ain’t shyt. He’s low down and no good. Men in general ain’t shyt. Don’t trust ‘em!” She believed her.
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