*sigh* LOOK! EVERY TIME a tweet of mine gets a little traction the weirdos come out to play, so let’s get some shit straight. WELCOME! I’m not a play Hoodoo I’m a real Hoodoo. Ain’t no costumes for this. We are not pretending. This is not a joke.

I don’t know if you ran across a post about witchcraft somewhere on tumblr in 2010 and maybe you read tarot for a few homegirls. I love that you wear that sterling silver rose quartz. That’s cute for you girl! But we aren’t the same.

I love your headwraps and copper jewelry I really do! I encourage your entrepreneurial energy, although I would suggest that you clean up the pile of chip bags behind your bed b4 your burn yet another rose colored candle from House of Whomever.

I love that somewhere you read that lemongrass opens roads and that you feel deeply connected to Oshun so you’re eating honey by the spoonful (watch your sugar and Ph) I love that you’re on your journey. But you and I aren’t the same.

I am thrilled that you’ve learned how to feel more deeply connected to this man who WE ALL CAN SEE doesn’t want you. By jarring him consistently!! I hope that one day you use your magic for more than getting picked by the lowest of the low.

But you and I? We aren’t the same. Not even one bit. Not even from the same dimension tbh. Never knew you. My ancestors don’t know yours. We don’t compare because you can not compete.

You can not compete, nor can you contribute, and you knew this. Somewhere deep deep inside you been knew this. So stop playing.

& please for the love of god, take out that crochet braid situation, and take that damn Palo santo and rose quartz off the altar. They don’t want that!!! THATS free game u welcome.