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So That’s How I Feel About All This..
I can’t tell you how often I have looked at my life and felt completely alone. I feel alone right now, for a lot of reasons, a lot of emotional heart breaking reasons that have more to do with my own personal past than anything else. I am trying to avoid all conversation about George…
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Black Lives Matter
It took awhile for me to realize how important that phrase is. Not as a movement, not as an argument but as a stand alone phrase. Black Lives Matter As much as any life matters, not more than, but just as much, equally as that of our White, Latinax, Chinese, Asian, Jewish human brothers and…
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Someone In My Life Is Full Of Shit…
Dear Wannabe Oprah, someone in my life is full of shit and I am not sure how to get it through their heads that it’s okay to let it be sometimes. That it doesn’t always have to be about them, that they don’t have to be the center of attention at all times. I am…
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Don’t Call The Cops…I’m Loud Not Dangerous
I thought, for a moment, that I might die in Police custody, and the cops who arrested me were a hell of a lot kinder than the cops who arrested George Floyd. I was scared and panicked, and while they yelled at me and kicked at me a bit, they didn’t try to kill me.…
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1000 Hours….1000 Letters
I’ve written one thousand letters in the last two years. But I am no expert. Writing, much like anything in this world, is a craft, one that must be perfected over many decades, before it can be called perfect…if at all. There are few books that could be called “perfect”, Frankenstein and Dracula come to…
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Please Don’t Send Me Back There…
WARNING: THIS POST CONTAINS TRIGGERS, PLEASE BE CAREFUL BEFORE READING. That’s what I ended up crying out during meditation today. I know exactly what moment it was, it was the moment I was raped from behind. I know exactly who, I’ve already said his name on this blog before, but there’s no point in dragging…
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I Don’t All The Time Learn My Lesson
I’ve always been the kind of person to do things my way, even if and largely when, they got me into trouble. That was probably because a lot of people gave up on me pretty early in life, they figured I was just a Black kid with a single mom who didn’t matter as much,…
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I Don’t Want To Run Away…
I don’t want to run from my problems. I never really did, I didn’t quite have a choice, I just kind of got used to pretending that bad shit wasn’t happening because it was easier. I am so different from that girl who would “forget” she’d just been raped. I remember promising to leave a…
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Laughter Is The Best Medicine
When I was in the darkness, as I like to call my past, I spent a great deal of time watching shows about Vampires, Demons and the struggle between good and evil. I resonated with that and the metamorphosis that comes from fighting darkness so deeply that everything I wrote was filled with angst and…
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I’m Not Ready To Let Go…Because The Darkness Is My Comfort Zone
I am procrastinating from cleaning by writing a blog post about how difficult it is for me to clean. I mean mentally and emotionally difficult. It takes a lot for me to get into cleaning mode, usually me kicking and screaming all the live long day. Imagine me being dragged down the street kicking and…
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Now You Want To Talk About Mental Health
Everyone wants to talk about mental health these days, suddenly mental health is the thing that everyone has an opinion on the topic, and my only question is…why? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I am really glad so many people are jumping into the waters that is mental health, because the more help the…
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She Asked Me Not To Have Black Children….
I just read the headline for this post here called “What If My Son Were Ahmaud?” On an earlier post by the same Author, Kaya, a woman commented that she hopes I don’t bring Black children into this world, because of how hard it is for her as a mother of Black children of her…
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