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The accuracy of this poem is scary alarming. Please do stop and take a look at this video. Add more tags. Send it to people. It’s an issue that has been brought to the table many times and is well known but this, this gave me chills. 

Stop. 

Reset. 

I call apology. 

No matter how mad I am with you. 

It’s clear to me.

You’ll be in my life.

For a long time. 

I am drawn to you… 

And I don’t know why. 

Only heaven knows.


…words from a profound suddenly ’woke’ Negro a year later.


Shot by Spencer Charles

Madison

imagine? where, I’m friends with the Omaha squad like really close and gilinsky has been really distance of us bc of Madison and so we invited him to a cookout just the squad but he brought Madison and everyone was disappointed because we just wanted to be us and Madison gets really annoying by being to clingy on him and doesn’t let him have fun and it somehow turns into a fight between y/n and Madison and everyone is in y/n side except G and it hurts y/n feelings and you can take it from there

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“Ma'am, I can assure you that the venue will be amazing!” I say into the phone, speaking to a nervous bride. I’m walking down the street downtown, heading to my office.

I’m a wedding planner, and I always have a bride nervous that her wedding will go awry. But I haven’t had a ruined wedding yet.

“Are you sure, (Y/N)? I mean, it seems too good to be true.”

“Miss I promise, the venue has been reserved for you and-” I was cut short by my phone beeping, telling me someone else was calling me. I answer, immediately regretting the decision.

“(Y/N)!” My three idiots yell, nearly shattering my eardrums.

“Make it quick guys! I have a client on the other line.”

“Okay! We’re having cookout today, and we were wondering if you’d take the day off from that job of yours to come out and see us.” Sammy asks, hoping I’d say yes.

“Is G gonna be there?” I ask, hope lacing my voice.

Gilinsky has been ditching us lately for his girlfriend. I understood it at first, but they’ve been together for over a year, take a fucking break from her.

“He said he’d be there.” Johnson replies, shuffling around his room, I’m assuming.

“I’ll believe it when I see it.” I scoff, knowing not to trust his word.

“Preach it sista.” Nate comments, and I can see him raising his hand like a preacher.

“You’d think they’d get out of that honeymoon phase by now. I’m surprised it lasted so long.” Nate mumbles, but loud enough for us all to hear.

“I have to go you guys, now I have to let my assistant know that I’ll be back later tonight.”

“Nah, baby. Don’t go to work late at night.” Johnson worries, he hates it when I go into work later than usual.

“I have to get a shift in.”

“Fine, I’ll take you to work, is that alright with you miss business woman?” He jokes, giggling slightly.

“Perfect. As a matter of fact, you can get me from work right now.” I say, walking into my building.

“On my way.”

“I swear, you two aren’t even together and she has you wrapped around her finger, J.” Sammy laughs

“I know. I don’t care.”

I tell my assistant I won’t be at work for long and to transfer any last minute calls to my cell phone. There’s never a moment when I’m not working.

I get a text from Johnson, telling me he’s here. I hop in the passenger seat, leaning to give him a kiss on the cheek.

“Thanks for getting me J.” I smile, putting on my seatbelt. He drives off, carrying a conversation with me the whole way

“Here we are, pleased to be of service baby.” He jokes, getting out to help me out.

“Thank you, Johnson.” I step out of the car, holding Johnson’s hand.

He leads me to the backyard, and a fluffy blonde head catches my eye.

“Gilinsky!” I scream, him turning around. I run towards him, jumping into his arms. He holds me up, laughing into my hair.

“(Y/N), seems like your the only one that actually missed me ”

“Well you are my best friend!” I gush, holding him closer.

I hear someone’s throat clear behind us, I assume its Sammy, who likes it when I show him alot of affection. But I know it isn’t him when G quickly lets me down. Its Madison.

“Um, hi (Y/N). I’m still here.” She isn’t even supposed to be here. We invited him to get him away from her, should’ve know he’d bring her.

“Um, hi Madison. Frankly, I don’t care. You’ve kept him all to yourself, my turn.” I joke, giggling a bit. She just rolls her eyes at me, pulling G close to her.

I walk over to Sammy, scoffing.

“Why is she here?” I ask, clearly annoyed. He rolls his eyes, shrugging.

“I don’t know, she hasn’t let him leave her side, and it’s annoying as hell.”

“Gilinsky! Come get a drink.” I yell, motioning him over. He shakes his head, but only after Madison tells him something, “Come on baby!Just one, it won’t kill you!” I go over to grab his arm and pull him over, but she stops me.

“Don’t call him baby, first off. And second, he said he didn’t want a drink, you can’t force him.” She coldy spats in my face, although I’ve got about an inch over her.

“Excuse me, Madison.The entire reason he doesn’t want a drink is because you won’t let him go and leave him alone.” I say back, tone just a cold, maybe colder.

“Yeah, I saw you tell him not to get one.” Sammy agrees, Johnson cosigning. If Nate was here he’d side with me too, but he’s grilling on the other side of the backyard.

“(Y/N) you must be tripping. Because that’s not what she told me.” he disagrees, but his eyes say otherwise.

“Fine, Jack. Just ignore your best friend and hang with your girlfriend, I don’t care anymore.” I push through Johnson and Sammy, tears brimming my eyes. A chorus of ‘ooohs’ rang out behind me, telling me that G knew he messed up cause I called him by his first name.

I go inside, running upstairs into the guest room, well, my room, flopping onto the bed. Tears start to flow right when someone, G I assume, knocks on the door. He opens it, and I assume that he doesn’t have her with him.

“Hey, what’s wrong?"he asks, concern lacing his voice.

"Nothing.” I choke out, my voice cracking.

“You’re crying, baby.” He kneels next to the bed, running his hands through my hair. I look up, feeling the tears sticking to my face. “What’s wrong?”

“She latches onto you and you’re no fun anymore. And I never get to see you.” I nearly break down on the spot, multiple tears pouring out of my eyes

“Hey, hey.” He coos, grabbing my face between his hands. “I told you, you’ll always be the lady of my life, no matter who I’m with. You’re my best friend and I love you.”

“I love you too, G.” I smile, reaching my arms out for a hug. He gladly falls into my arms, curling up with me

On being a confident woman: “If you feel like dressing like a girl, there’s nothing wrong with that. I don’t know why femininity should be associated with weakness. Women should be free to express who they are without thinking, I need to act like a man, or I need to tone it down to be successful. That’s a very good way to keep women down.”
—  Zooey Deschanel

“Well, here’s to never growing up. Thanks for being there for the past 16 years, sista!”

Last words of my best friend I had known since kindergarten who was like a brother before he died of alcohol poisoning. He was 19.