"Somebody, anybody, sing a black girl’s song. bring her to know herself. Sing her rhythms of struggle and hard times. She doesn't know the sound of her own voice, her infinite beauty, she’s half-notes scattered. Without rhythm/ no tune. sing her sighs. Sing her song of life, she’s been dead so long." - Ntozake Shange, for colored girls who have considered suicide/ when the rainbow is enough

Please make good with your mothers and fathers.

If you don’t do anything, anything at all make good. Just tell them you love them, no matter if they approve of who you are or aren’t. Do it. A lot of us will end our lives with thick or thin grudges with old friends, and some family, but take the steps (small or large) to make good with people. Be loyal to them even if they aren’t loyal to you, be to them who you want them to be to you. I know I don’t know everyone’s situation, but I do know that none of us deserve to die knowing/thinking/feeling that we could have mended our relationships. The people we are half of matter, so why not let them know. 

I never got that chance with my father.. and I was sort of young at the time to even know better, but now that I know how large the hole in my heart will be that I’ll never know my father, and how he’ll never know me I just want to pass this on.