
I am expecting too much from him.
I am expecting too little from him.
I am not expecting anything from you because I am used to depending on myself to be that go-get.
Ms. Butterfly Genesis

I was unsure if I would speak on this subject that’s going on on social media with Erica, Mena, and Spice from Love and Hip-hop. I am a woman of Hispanic descent because both of my parents are Dominican. I might not be a woman of dark skin, but I consider myself a woman of color because of my Hispanic descent.
My Hispanic descent does not give me the right to call another woman of color a monkey. People of color have struggled for so many years to be looked at more than just the color of their skin, so why are we regressing and going back to making people of color feel less than dirt just because of their skin? To make people of color feel less than dirt just because of the color of their skin.
As a united nation, I thought we would’ve learned something with all the lives we have lost throughout racism in the last few years. We would’ve learned how to respect one another and how to respect one another’s backgrounds because no matter what color we are, no matter where we come from, what the one nation we’re still part of melting racism that we would’ve learned how to respect one another and how to respect one another’s backgrounds, because no matter what color we are or what part of the world we come from we are apart of an enormous melt pot that makes up this beautiful country we live in.
I understand we should not take what we see on TV as a role because it’s just reality TV. It’s disgusting to see two grown women with large social media platforms disrespect each other and question each other’s parenting skills no matter how we decide to expose the cells, whether, on social media or other platforms, we are considered role models, so we have to be mindful most of all teach our kids that racism is not fantastic, everyone is human so we should be treated as it looked as human beings, not as monkeys.
Use and define the word “race.” Most Dominican Americans are aware that the majority of Dominicans are of both European and African ancestry. Still, they do not define their race in terms of Old World (Europe/Africa) origins but rather in terms of much more recent linguistic/cultural/national origins in the New World.
Ms. Butterfly Genesis
My wheelchair is a part of my everyday life. But, unfortunately, it isn’t my whole life.
First and foremost, I am a woman, and sadly, the world won’t see that first.
I’m not going to apologize for my disability ever. But, unfortunately, my disability will be a big red stop sign for some people to get to know my abilities and my Non-abilities just because it is easier than trying to get past that sign.
I’m not going to lie and be like I’ve never been down on myself because of the things that I feel I missed out on because I understand that I have physical limitations.
That other might not have, but that same limitation that I have pushed me forward to keep fighting and to keep needing and desiring and wanting, just like Any woman in the world.
Ms. Butterfly Genesis
Yes, I am disabled, but I am a woman first.
This means people in my life and those who have not been a part of my life for several years need to realize that I am 40 old with no type of shame in my game.
I chose to blog about parts of the world because I always felt like I had something to say and could inspire people to share pieces of my life with the world.
I am going to be as blunt as possible my blog has become my bread and butter, which means I will not allow anyone to come between my dream come true.
I have waited a long time to be recognized as a freelance writer, and I did not have to open my legs to be blessed with the opportunities God has blessed me.
I”m not that two-year-old girl she met. I understand her eyes. I would be that little girl, but I’m not 40 years old, so there is no need to run to my mama and snitch. How old are we? I am grown. I have gray hair in place I believe I should not have, but I do.
Running to my mama is not cool because I’m a 40-year-old woman who has lived and done things with my life. I will not apologize for living a grown-up life even though the people around me continue to see me as a little girl. When I began my blog, I thought about anyone in particular; all I thought was the fact that I needed an outlet.
I don’t know how people can try and be all in my life and can’t even handle their stuff. For 40 years, I have been begging the world to have a life of my own.
So if ya’ll don’t like what I post on anyone of my social media platforms, jump off and stay off. Come to me before going to my mama because, like it or not, I’m an adult.
I am tired of crying.
I am tired of looking like I’m trash.
Tired of taking and not being able to throw back because that’s who I am.
I am tired of being that person who everyone runs over because of it so damn easy.
Just tired of being the one who tries to belong when, in reality, no matter what I try, I’m never going to belong or be loved for who I am.
I am tired of giving a fuck of people’s thoughts about me.
No more tears for anything or anyone.
Push me & I’ll push back.
Ms. Butterfly Genes🇩🇴
