Happy 30th Birthday to the rhyme to my reason, the Pam to my Gina, the Spock to my Captain Kirk, the Solange to my Beyoncé, (sis got hands to back it up) the Badu to my izms, the Molly to my Issa...(if you ain’t ever fought like they did in Season 1, y’all ain’t sisters😂) the ache to my head, the light to my bulb💡, my barometer that can sense changes in my atmosphere and forecast my future.
I love you...I can’t stand your fact-checking self, but I can stand beside you to laugh, cry, fight, pray, and make this 💰! You are truly an amazing soul that beats to your own drum, creates your own lane...and continues to make the room uncomfortable because you ask the tough questions no matter the consequences. Keep stretching, keep slaying alternative facts, keep pushing the culture forward!
