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When David was little I was always RUSHING, busting my ASS and EARS trying to make ends meet. Working a job that I detested to give my child a life many would COVET 😏🤦🏾‍♀️


But there’s GLORY in my STORY because it was written by The Creator and this go round I am present and my Baby is TALKING! NOTHING in the WORLD means more to ME than THAT! 


BOTH my children see me being the independent, fearless and STRONG woman that is a replica of my dear, beautiful departed Mother. I’m sorry Ginny if you never knew how much I truly appreciate you on Earth and in Heaven because you were one of kind and raised us the best you could with what you had and I am honored to be your child. 


I emphasize the word STRONG because the love of my life saw in me what I couldn’t see in MYSELF! Sometimes in our quest for normalcy and inclusion we forget to embrace the fact that we aren’t born to just fit in we are born to stand out! 


My Paternal Grandmother loved each and every one of us uniquely and individually her descendants and the few friends she did have but she reserved some of that love for HERSELF and didn’t apologize for that! I’m doing me but I’m a ALWAYS love and go HARD for mines! 


As Chapter 43 in my life comes to a close and my SAVAGE Summer begins in earnest I am ELATED that my children have both grown so much during this time in history that will define us! I’m honored that I have spearheaded this! A wise man told me “get your kids TOGETHER and everything else will fall into place” 


In the immortal words of the ONLY man that I will ever NEED-I’m MOVING right ALONG 


Im so GLAD I don’t look like what I’ve been through 

I lost a lot of weight but I gained insight, organization, strength and peace 


Sincerely, 

KimHermajesty (My Daddy gave me this name when I was little)

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