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 […]
She Asked Me Not To Have Black Children….
It’s like building a brick wall…one pebble at a time.
That’s what healing from childhood sexual abuse and trauma, domestic abuse and trauma and PTSD is like. It feels like I am building a wall out of brick pebbles one at a […]
You are Always Beautiful.
I was really beautiful growing up. I know that because that picture you see there is proof. I was a very beautiful child, but I never really thought about how beautiful I […]
I’m not sure it’s getting easier
Every time I deliver a package of love letters to a new place, I have to explain why I write them. It usually starts with…”awhile ago I was gang raped…it’s my way […]
I lost my fictional voice again because My Prime Minister is a not so closeted Racist
This post is dedicated to @WordsBySC who sent this beautiful tweet as I was writing this post. And @pinklady_ktown who taught me how to find a new version of my dance/voice/song. For months now […]
