Strangers Show More Love

I’m calling out so-called friends and relatives for the blatant lack of support over the past seven years. Let’s be real: Black folks not supporting Black creators is a damn shame. I’ve written five books—and yet not a single family member and only one friend has purchased anything, not even a $3 to $5 eBook. Meanwhile, the people who have supported me? Mostly white folks and complete strangers—people I met online or during a random LYFT ride.

And here’s the part that really stings: I’ve told many of you this before. I was adopted—I didn’t grow up with your stingy, dismissive selves. But if you had written a book? I’d have bought it on principle alone—even if I never cracked it open—just to show some damn support.

So yeah, I’m calling it what it is: fake friends, silent family, and a community quick to preach support but slow to practice it.