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… Continue reading She Asked Me Not To Have Black Children….
But in a strange way it's where I am happy to be, does that make sense? I am content in this place, especially when I am stoned, but more so just in general. Today in particular was rough, because I had a terrible daymere while sleeping off my new medications. A man broke into my… Continue reading This Isn’t Where I Thought I’d Be At Thirty-Seven