There is no right or wrong way to be Black: A Love Letter.
While I didn’t grow up with a dad, the Lord has given me glimpses. Here are some of the moments.
A long, long time ago in a galaxy far, far away… I made some toxic relationships. #yikes!
Sometimes I think I’m a Olivia Pope. If you don’t know who Olivia Pope is… good for you. #gladiatorsdisengage.
I think it’s so wonderful God chose music to be a way we can worship Him! Obviously music isn’t the only way we should… (Relax Pastor! My doctrine isn’t that spotty!)
We are in the last seconds, of the last minutes, of the last hours, of the last moments of….ELECTION SEASON!!
So, last night I was the victim of a racist Facebook comment …I think.
ITS A BIRD!!! ITS A PLANE?! No, silly. ITS IMANI’S BLOOOGGG
As I made my way to their kitchen, I realized this was my first moment with racism and it was going to be burned in my memory forever. I was a deep 6 year old. What can I say?
WE’RE GOING BACK TO THE FUTURE! GREAT SCOTT!
Christmas time is here… But Jesus never left.
I am legit in tears…and One Direction nor Bruno Mars have anything to do with it!