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I’m so FLY

As I spend this cold, bright Saturday devoted to myself I look back at all I have accomplished since Jermaine was born. I’m a very pessimistic person. Yet I have an innate ability to encourage, motivate and inspire others. All of my life. So while paying it forward I have directed my time and energy into myself and my children. And I have been blessed tenfold. It pays to be nice to people.

The other day I ALMOST in true Kim form told this woman to mind her fucking business when she inquired why I was so upset. Yet like a MIGHTY River the words flowed like a damn being bursted. She peeled off the old bandaids(defense mechanisms and the cliche-“I’m okay”) I used to cover my internal wounds and dressed them, rebandaged them and kissed my booboos. She talked to me like a woman, a friend and my equal. I only encountered her because I made a surprising ally in someone that six months ago saw me as just another hurt, bitter, LOUD angry black woman. Not all Law enforcement are the enemy. They will protect you when you need them and they always root for the good guys. Real recognizes REAL.

I spent two of the happiest and fulfilling hours of my life in an oasis of hope, love and Sisterhood. With women from all walks of life, race and religion. Crying, cracking jokes and walking away with the common theme that “if you don’t expect anything you won’t EVER be disappointed”. She is helping me. She doesn’t care how much money I have or don’t. I was with her ALL that time and painfully honest not caring about what I said because I knew THIS was different because of what she was SHARING with me. It scared me a little bit as well because it was almost like Mommy or Nana come back...

Turns out she’s SOMEONE really important but for that brief moment in time(in my Whitney voice) she was a beacon of hope. She reaffirmed my faith in humanity, Caucasian people and my gender. All she wants in return is for me to live the best life I possibly can and to hold my head up high, walk straight and KNOW that I am an intelligent, fashionable and beautiful young lady and live my life right so don’t worry about the people that don’t care about me. I hope this helps someone to realize that the best is yet to come.  


I'm so fly, I got money
So that's good enough reason to buy the things I buy
I'm so high, I'm on point
And I could tell that your jealous just by the look in your eye.......


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