Let your suffering be worth something.

You were accused, tried, and tested. You were innocent all along. You knew it, and they knew it. The only thing that you had was the truth. And the truth sided with itself, as it always does.

A friend of mine told me something that I'll never forget. She said, "continue to text and check up on them if your heart tells you to. Because it's not about them, it's about how you feel. You're the one who wants to share the positivity." Unless you're prohibited to do so, of course.

The beautiful irony about the truth is that it hates dark places. It despises being hidden. It loves the limelight and it always forces itself out.

You're powerful enough to overcome it all.

Some infringe upon their own human rights due to fear. It's sad.

Fear is the number one enemy to any progress.

Imagine how great of the heights you would mount if fear was not an issue.

You have strength in your black skin. The soulful dust in it makes you the heir of the soil.