They Not Like Me

 Sometimes I forget that people aren’t like me.

That not everyone has the same heart.

That not everyone will go out of their way just because they care.

I catch myself doing things for others—

little things, big things—

thinking, “If they were in my shoes, they’d do the same for me.”

But that’s not always true.

I bend over backwards,

stretch myself thin,

go the extra mile—

because that's how I show love, how I show up.

Because that’s who I am.

But not everyone thinks that way.

Some won’t even take a step for you,

while you're out here moving mountains just to make them smile.

And that realization stings.

It’s exhausting to keep giving to people who wouldn’t do the bare minimum for you.

To carry weight for others who never ask how you’re doing.

But I’m learning.

Learning that I can’t expect me from everyone.

Learning that my love, my effort, my energy—it’s valuable.

And it should be given to those who understand its worth.

Boundaries are not bitterness.

Pulling back isn’t being cold.

It’s protection. It’s self-respect.

I’ll still be me—

still kind, still thoughtful, still full of heart—

but I won’t keep setting myself on fire to keep people warm

who wouldn’t even pass me the match.

Well It’s Okay

 

The Little Demonic Things

The people you surround yourself with matter more than you think. It’s not about having a crowd—it’s about having a solid few who genuinely have your back. People who take care of your name when you're there and, more importantly, when you're not. Those are the ones you keep close.

It doesn’t matter if it’s just two or three people. What matters is their loyalty, their integrity, and their energy. Because at the end of the day, the size of your circle doesn’t determine your strength—the foundation does.

We always hear, "It’s the little things we do that matter." And that’s true. The small acts of kindness, the little efforts, the quiet support—those things build strong relationships. But don’t forget, it’s also the little, sneaky, and demonic things people do that reveal their true colors. The offhand comments, the subtle jabs, the energy shifts when you're not around—those are the red flags you shouldn’t ignore.

Pay attention. Not everyone who smiles with you is for you. Some people clap for you in public but tear you down in private. That’s why protecting your space and your energy is crucial. Choose wisely, move intentionally, and keep your circle full of real ones.

Loyalty over numbers. Always. 🤞🏽🔥

Truly Blessed

Man, I swear, God really got me. No matter what I do or where life takes me, He always puts me on the right path—one that leads me to the kind of people who just get me. The kind of people who don’t just feel like friends, but like family. Actually, even more than that. ❤️

I be thinking… I must’ve done something WILD in my past life, maybe even saved a whole nation or something 😂—'cause the way I keep meeting the realest people? That’s nothing but divine favor. Grateful beyond words for these connections, these bonds that feel like they were written in the stars. 💫

And what makes it even better? The stupid little fights we had over the dumbest things. Like who was right about a random fact, or who stole whose food. 😂 We really thought we were beefing, but look at us now, just laughing about it like it was never that deep. That’s how you know it’s real. No matter what, we always find our way back to each other.

Life is crazy, but one thing’s for sure.I got the best people riding with me. And for that, I’ll always be grateful. 🤍

Hey Dad

 Hey Dad,

I hope you're somewhere peaceful, somewhere beyond what my eyes can see but close enough for me to feel. I wonder if you’re watching over me, catching all the little moments—like when I laugh at something stupid, when I hit a small win, or when I completely fall apart. I like to think that maybe you see it all. Maybe you still look out for me in your own way.

Some days, I feel okay. I smile when I think of you, remembering your voice, your jokes, the way you made everything feel a little safer. But then there are days when it hits differently—like a wave I wasn’t ready for. A song, a smell, or even just the silence can bring me right back to missing you all over again.

I still talk to you in my head, like you never really left. I tell you about my day, my worries, my hopes—sometimes just hoping, somehow, you hear me. And if you do, I just want you to know this: I love you. I miss you. And no matter how much time passes, I’ll always carry you with me.