“I’ve come up hard 💪🏽 Baby, but that’s okay “👌🏽 🙏🏽
When Marvin Gaye sang “I come up hard, baby,” it sounded like more than a lyric — it sounded like survival. For a Black woman in America, those words echo through generations of weary hands, pressed hair before dawn shifts, mothers stretching miracles out of empty cabinets, and women carrying both