Call me Sista Hypocrite, because I’ve been working on a love letter to my fellow Black sisters for two years and it’s still not done. It’s one of the hardest pieces I’ve tried to write. I couldn’t find my authentic voice and flow until I had an epiphany: I can’t write what I don’t know.

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For so long, I’ve struggled to truly love and accept myself, flaws and all. I haven’t been honest, consistent or fully present with myself. I just started practicing self-care and giving myself a little grace and patience.

To my sisters who watched and experienced me NOT practicing what I preach: I humbly and sincerely apologize.

I’m learning and now that I know better, I’m doing better. My actions speak for me and reflect my growth.

Thank you for showing me love and kindness when I couldn’t.

Writer, Founder WEOC and Editor of Writers and Editors of Color Mag Bylines in Zora, Momentum, An Injustice!, POM, Illumination, The Pink, and Better Marketing

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