There is a difference between being free, knowing that you’re free, and living like you’re free. There is a difference between being loved, knowing that you’re loved, and living like you’re loved. There are levels to this, lol.
Continue reading “Freedom Friday – 10.6.17”
Without injustice and inequality, number 45, North Korea preparing for war, local, state and national government failures, hurricane disasters, etc., life still remains difficult to navigate, build among opposition, and make real what we hope and envision.
Continue reading “Freedom Friday – 9.29.17”
You can’t make something right if you don’t first acknowledge that there is a problem! Be honest with yourself, the people you love, and the world about your experiences, your truths.
Continue reading “Freedom Friday – 9.22.17”
#Stockley was found not guilty. Sick to my stomach. Chest is heavy. Ears hot. Angry. Sad. Disgusted. Justice for #AnthonyLamarSmith! It’s our DUTY to FIGHT for our FREEDOM!!
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Sweet as honey, wrapped in soul, wisdom and truth.
A Black butterfly, with nothing to prove.
Words shine light on her heart’s deepest cries.
She’s a blank canvas. Masterpiece in quiet. Continue reading “She IS (A Poem)”
For most of my life, I’ve struggled with the way I look. I remember sitting in my parent’s bedroom as a child, on their bed, crying and asking, begging God to do a miracle and make my skin lighter.
When I woke up the next morning and looked in the mirror I was angry, sad and irritated. God knew the pain I experienced because of my chocolate, melanin-rich, sun-kissed skin. He made me this way and saw the way people teased me, called me ugly and how awkward I felt. He made me this way and He refused to change it.
I didn’t understand it and I refused to accept it. I grew up in a predominately white neighborhood, and at the time there were only one or two Black families around (including mine). Continue reading “10 Words to Affirm Self-Love”
Because I’m Black
My life has no value
My melanin rich skin you can’t handle
So you put yourself up on a pedestal
Make my God white as snow
Eyes like the bright blue sky
Where does the truth lie?
Because I’m Black
You say that beauty is not within me
My curves, my kinks, my nose, my lips
My reflection in the mirror is amiss
