Adiba Nelson

There wasn’t going to be any sparkle. There wasn’t going to be any new mommy magic.

I don't love this. I don't love any part of it. I don't love the fact that a life is in my hands every moment of every day.

Let me tell you something, ladies. There are a million people in this world ready to tear you down at any given moment, for reasons they know, and reasons they don’t know. They will all but sell the blood of their firstborn child to make sure you know that they think you ain’t shit.

"When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned."

That, my dear, is self-care 101: You must take care of yourself if you want to take care of others.

She unleashed a whole new level of #blackgirlmagic that I did not even realize I needed. And honey, if I didn't realize I needed it, well then hell, you know the world just wasn’t ready.

They basically gave the Oscars the middle finger.

“Why would you do that? You have a daughter. Why would you put yourself in that position?”

If 93% of the Academy is White, but as of 2014, only 62% of Americans were White, and art is supposed to imitate life...

In my mind, I was Beyoncé, and she was Becky. She was the one he needed to run back to. She was the one who could have his ass, because I was leaving and I wasn’t sorry about it.
Then Lemonade came out and the light bulb came on.