And then you end the day like a boss. This is what it looks like. No eye lashes, no face beat, bloodshot eyes and feet on fire. The hustle is real, the grind can be brutal and sometimes the spoils fall short but I love the space in the world I continue to carve out for myself. One of these days I am going to really really really write about the bull shit that I’ve gone through in these last six weeks - violence, harassment, heartbreak and ultimately the gift of liberation, even if it was wrapped in ungratefulness, assholery and desperation. It didn’t stop me. Nothing gets between me and my chicken. My drive to prove folks wrong when they said I couldn’t do it, when they come for how many babies I’ve birthed, for every nigga who told me I was disposable and nobody would want me, when they subjugate me for not being married...I’m building legacy so I can keep flexing because everyday somebody tells a little Black girl who looks like me she ain’t worth shit and everyday I work to prove to her they’re dead ass wrong. #glowupsis #respectthehustle #grindsmart #cantstopwontstop #mamatanya #endoftheday (at The New York Botanical Garden)