*Contains Black Panther spoilers* My women Are glue Are courage Are fire. I get shit done. I start the uncomfortable conversations. I help move heavy things. I cook the food, rally troops and make a way. I make the plans, coordinate calendars, check in on folk and make sure that people are okay. I am …
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