"And we, we talk about fear, right, you know, we talk about white women clutching their purses at the sight of us, or feeling uncomfortable when we walk in the store, but, I wonder, do you know how, how afraid, we are?"

 Michelle Obama  has once again articulated how I, and I am sure many of us ,have felt. Black people worry about their safety ALL THE TIME, especially in White Space- spaces, White people have been able to own/dominate/create through all the privileges their system has provided them. Spaces, like Ivy League schools, executive board rooms, suburban communities, Congress, Senate...etc.    Some Black people have been able to fight and push through to be included in those spaces, but that does not mean we feel safe. We wake up to stories like that of Ahmaud Arbery and Breonna Taylor that reminds us that we could be jogging around our neighborhood or just sleeping in our homes and our lives can be taken away. We live in the reality that at any point, we may enter a space in which we might anger/upset someone at the mere sight of our skin, so much so, they start shouting insults and profanities at our face or calling the cops with false accusations or throwing gasoline on us and lighting us on fire, or beating us viciously that we find ourselves at the brink of death or worse.....all this because of the color of our skin.  We live in fear but it is also that same fear that motivates us to keep on fighting. We don’t want to be afraid. We don’t want our children to live in that fear anymore. 

BLACK LIVES MATTER

My body is shaking. I couldn’t sleep last night. I’ve been on social media looking at different outlets trying to stay updated with everything that’s going on with the #BlackLivesMatter movement. I wanted to know what was happening. I wanted to see all footages of protests across the world (yes, world! This isn’t just an American problem.)

My body is vibrating, head to toe.  I don’t even want to eat. I don’t want any anger I feel right now to subside… not yet. I need to feel this anger, so I read the news where articles I come across articles ignoring  hours of peaceful protests in exchange for a more exciting headlines involving violence and mayhem. I need to feel this anger.

My blood boils at the sound of cries from my people throughout centuries that have been silenced. I want to feel the culmination of anger all my ancestors felt.

This anger does not seek blood but justice and equality. It is the fuel we will use to continue the fight against oppression.

adulthood

I realize there isn’t a moment where you “officially” become an adult.  There is no set list of things you must do to qualify into the criteria. Time just passes by, your body changes, and people start expecting things from you. As if you’re required to justify your existence. An existence you had no say in. One day, you just, were.

Truth

I understand people have the right to express their opinions and form their own beliefs. I respect that. I do. But facts, facts are different. Facts are definite truths. Truths that cannot be argued (philosophy aside). Our Founding Fathers agreed to let go of personal philosophy and theology when they declared the separation of Church and State. Science is founded on the principle of truths. It demands proof. Science is not a concept. It is a method. A method that allows us to test theories and beliefs we have of this earth, of this world, and see if they’re facts (an unchangeable undeniable result). It is your right on whether or not you believe in God but it is not up to you for you to decide what is true. Especially when it is all laid out in front of you.

I hear them hate

I hear them say

“you’re better off dead”

And some day I believe them

My skin is too dark it’s scary

My body too fat its overwhelming

My voice too loud

My accent too thick

Some days I am the favorite

Yes, they all want a piece of me

So, they take it

My breasts are groped

My vagina invaded

When I yell, “help”

My plea goes evaded

Is this the price of not being hated?

To All the Nice Guys

 Being nice isn't luxurious or  a unique quality. It is the standard. Just because you're nice, it doesn't entitle you to "get the girl."  The girl who knows her worth expects kindness & respect from everyone not out of entitlement but because she knows she gives what she deserves. It doesn't take much to be kind & respectful so that alone is not impressive. You need passion, ambition, intelligence, resilience. You need to maker laugh when she's so overwhelmed by the world she's forgotten life's delights. You need to encourage her & pick her up when all hope has escaped her. You need to be able to remind her of the type of person she is when she's lost herself in a maze of despair. You need to love her even when she feels she's unworthy of it. Nice guys will always finish last if that's the only thing they have to offer.
Kindness is the standard not the exception.

Aftermath

When you've had to explain reasons for your break-up so much, you got it boiled down to two sentences:
"I need more than he could give."
& "He couldn't handle what I had going on in my life."

It took weeks before I worked up the nerve to delete his number but it didn't matter bc it only took a few seconds to memorize it