You Can’t Handle The truth

By: Author Reneé Drummond-Brown

The paradigm shifts in a colored gal’s
role which goes from coldest to colder
to cold. Never can she be lukewarm. For
she MUST wear Ephesians WHOLE body of
Armor ON at all times to defend her household’s
honor. She deals daily with stupidity under all manner
of attack from family to foe; white unto black so she must
adjust her mask from black to brown to white to red to yellow
at the drop of a hat. She’s the prototype of somebody done somebody wrong.

You can’t handle the truth. You can’t handle her truth. You can’t handle my truth.
Now can you?

Dedicated to: The sacrificial lamb (that she is) (she be a colored gal) (she be you) (she be me).