Here's an interesting line of examination.
If you call me friend, can you bear my glow? Can you stand it when I am luminous? Does your light dance with mine in holy shine and shimmer? Or do you feel blinded, throw shade and wither the vine of all that is divine?
Over the weekend, I was watching the World Cup with my girls, my Brooklyn inner circle when I opened a phrase with "and I fully acknowledge that I can be naive and too generous with people sometimes..." when my girl Syreeta gave me the realest real talk. She said, "Listen, I warned you about (insert name here) from the very start."
And she was right.
And so in the bright warmth of this 2014 summer, guided by the light and apparently the stars I promise to be most true to my own light. If you want to be my friend, you better be ready for all of the lights 'cos baby, it's all bright-blazing-bold from here.