I have photos of me framed and on display in my bedroom. Is this vanity? Don't answer, it’s rhetorical. No one is ever in my bedroom, so I stare at my photos until the answer comes to me.

Now look at me, look at me. How much vanity do you see.

Easter weekend, I checked in and checked on some folks…

On Saturday

I was with Yvey, Al, Rich, and his family. In between drinking beer, wine and shots of Apple Crown, and Don Julio, eye see Yvey’s lock screen - an image of herself.

On Sunday

I was with NOVA chopping it up, literally. We prepared an Easter meal that would rival a 5 Star Michelin restaurant. Listen to me now and believe me later. In between glasses of “Not Your Grandmother’s Sweet Tea” (Champagne/Iced Tea/Lemon), curated by the multifaceted mixologist NOVA herself, eye see the beautiful, bold curves and slim lines of her phone light up and on her lock screen – an image of herself.

“I'll be my screensaver if nobody has me as theirs and it's a reminder to myself that I'm dope and fine AF” - NOVA

I told my therapist about all of y’all and she suggested that I find a way to stay connected to a sense of goodness and value in myself. The framed pics are a reminder to love me.

The end game has always looked like us desiring love from a man, woman or alien. Overlooking the person with the most amazing love to give, someone dope and fine as fuck.

Fall in love with you, not selfishly but appreciatively.

It is a source of love that will never run out.

I Am