You Should See Me in a Crown

by Leah Johnson

When you already feel like everything about you makes you stand out, it just makes more sense to find as many ways to blend in as you can.

She looks less like Baby and more like Simba looking over the Pride Lands if you ask me, but whatever.

ok but this has me laughing

But terrible people aren’t always the ones doing something wrong. Good people mess up too, but that doesn’t mean we should let it slide.”

Silence and shame aren’t the same thing—not by a longshot. But sometimes silence is simpler.

I’ve never felt quite like this though. Like I don’t know if I’m running away from something or to it. All I know is that I’m tired, so incredibly tired, of having to run at all.

I never needed this race or a hashtag or the king to be a queen. I was born royalty. All I had to do was pick up my crown.

You could make history if you just follow our rules. You could be a real credit to your people if you just straighten up and fly right. You could actually be worth something if you would shut up and take what we give you. And I know then what I’ve always known: Campbell is never going to make a space for me to fit. I’m going to have to demand it.

I try to channel the confidence of a mediocre white man in a boardroom: untouchable.

“A first is nothing without their second, remember?”

“My Lizzie, my little star. I never want to tell you not to burn as fast and as bright as you can.”

Someone once told me You spent your life running. Well, I wish you’d stand still, ’Cause in this light you’re stunning. It’s my life, my story, And I want to share it with you. It’s my life, my story, But part of it was always yours too.