Creating Myself to Freedom

When I was younger, my mom would always tell me to write when I felt confused or hurt or angry. She would say that once I could start putting everything inside of me into some language that made sense to me, that in the creation, I would start to understand myself more. I often think… Continue reading Creating Myself to Freedom

Imagining Freedom.

If I believed that this world gave trigger warnings to black folk, I might ask for one before each time they show me you, Tamir. The way the ground comes out from under me, and my throat tightens. I sit around thinking about the lethality of existence and hope to God that there are playgrounds in… Continue reading Imagining Freedom.

Grounding.

For all I am For all I'm feeling I will be true and I will seek Gave away my pain And all the chains 'Cause I'm no slave Yeah For I am King For all I am My ancestors tell me so My blood it tells me so My being it tells me so -"I… Continue reading Grounding.

Breaths and Promises and the Quiet Whispers

“there are feelings. you haven’t felt yet. give them time. they are almost here. – fresh”       -nayyirah waheed  Two weeks ago the sermon in church was about how God starts beginnings, the ways He takes nothing and makes it into something. He breathes life into a void and sprouts new life. Pastor Mike… Continue reading Breaths and Promises and the Quiet Whispers

“Black Museum” and the Precipices of Death

In the last episode of season 4 of Black Mirror, "Black Museum," the realities of black suffering and torture on the precipice of death is front and center. I've read several interesting pieces on the episode that discuss a range of topics from black torture porn to black revolt. For me, it isn't just the imprisonment of… Continue reading “Black Museum” and the Precipices of Death

28 – “Annotation and Redaction,” Part 2

“drapetomania, the frenzy which overtook an enslaved person to run away to freedom. i got madness in my genes. when you want to get free, there will be many who stare at you blankly wondering when you will quiet down. they will wonder when the hell you got so big...and there will be times you… Continue reading 28 – “Annotation and Redaction,” Part 2

28 – “Annotation and Redaction,” Part 1

“Shards of glass can cut and wound or magnify a vision. Mosaic celebrates brokenness and the beauty of being brought together” ― Terry Tempest Williams, Finding Beauty in a Broken World At the beginning of this year in January, I thought that my cosmetics and skincare products were turning against me. And I was panicked and confused… Continue reading 28 – “Annotation and Redaction,” Part 1

Witness.

“Memory is a tough place. You were there.”  ― Claudia Rankine, Citizen: An American Lyric This week my timeline was filled with two words: "me too." I read post after post of women I am close with and others I only know from the worlds we engage with on social media share stories of assault, rape, harassment… Continue reading Witness.

Mornings that Go Up in Flames

On Sunday night I woke up in a panic, with a thick smell of smoke enveloping me. I jumped out of bed and ran to the kitchen to make sure nothing was on fire, and checked for any potential gas leaks. As I checked the news and watched as images of towns north of us… Continue reading Mornings that Go Up in Flames