Took a stroll in my hood tonight. Went to my local bar. Got a drink. A woman named, Diandra Cooper spit either the illest game, or was on some kindred spirit. She looks me square in the eyes, never meeting until then, blowing smoke in my face and says, “You are beautiful. Really, I mean special. I’m not crazy, or drunk, please forgive me. I feel your energy, it radiates, it’s so good! You are on the right path whatever doubts you may have. Youre a blossom. You are here with purpose. You are phucking BEAUTIFUL (as she spelled it out). Wowed me! I thanked her for being honest. For honoring her spirit. For seeing me. For knowing so mch and sharing. I love my hood:)