Maybe I am old school?

What happened to the days?

What happened to the days you put time in? When your passion grew from effort, love, respect? What happened to the days you actually cared? When you cared enough about people and YOU didn’t come first?

Call me an old school chick.. but, I’m an old school chick. Most of the new school chicks don’t understand. I share real things… things that happen.. REALISTICALLY.. sometimes objectively that provokes a conversation that I oblige when I see I am wrong or light sheds a different perspective…I am open to the convo and I grow from it if it is a learning opportunity…

Call me an old school chick… or a new school thinker… Call me an innovator, a game changer, a barrier breaker…

Because I am old school… Man, I am a pretty bomb chick.. I empower others because my reputation is THICK….. I don’t use words to empower… I use action to devour… anything that comes against me… while others mindset can be elementary…

They will come to you… to learn your ways.. then think they are beyond you.. after they gave praise… later will burn you.. after they downgrade..

I LOVE what I do… I don’t just say this temporarily. I won’t turn my back when things get hard. I may pause though momentarily..… pause…


Waiting…waiting…. waiting…

Ok,

This shouldn’t bother me… but, it is unrealistic when being attacked indirectly left and right to stay silent…I’m not even bothered as much as I am ashamed.. As an old school chick trying to pass along the flame..

I have to mind my p’s… sometimes dot my ‘i’s” I guess… that is what I am supposed to do?… I’ve earned my respect…It’s not entitlement or a phase… You don’t just gain credibility because your “friends” engaged… I don’t need a like to know I am beyond this craze…

Others will ban together and think who they are and what they have done is ok… all the while in the shadows crying a different thing…..I know both sides that most cannot see… and man some sides are ugly… Call it what you will but.. good lord it bugs me….

Partially because you can’t let me move on… People nag and nag and nag… because of you? I AM strong… Months go by.. why do I still hear your name? Because it is echoed and echoed by more nonsense just the same.. It’s a broken record when people try to justify their actions because they speak on them together… but, I am an old school chick.. Like I said it’s WHATEVER….

I write this to share because quite honestly, the truth is the truth… These new school chicks make a mockery of this youth…

I’m supposed to not say a word because I hold a title.. but give free reign to the nonsense while most people feel entitled… Nope.. nah… not one bit.. I’m not ok with that.. I can’t stir in silence and just sit… While lies spew instead of facts.

Where I will say something, it is in times of reflection. I can grow thick skin but, I am sick of deflecting..

Put time in babe… It won’t take long to see. Real time goes beyond me handing you everything you breath….. ❤ .

I call things out because it’s about damn time… and if you knew the back story you would respect this day to day grind… I will make it somewhere on not just the strength of me.. But one day when I surround myself with just the right team…..

Because I am an old school chick but, a new school thinker. I put my time in but, never forget about that anchor.. Keep my grind going with the right head on my shoulder… all the while growing while the hearts around me get colder….

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