I woke up this morning, this “Independence Day”, with my mind stayed on freedom Not “Make America Great Again” or the US neo-imperial project but actual freedom The type that lets our young ones look forward to sunny days and clear blue skies because they don’t have to fear drone warfare or our bombs …
I hold the remains of a tomorrow that will never come,
the fractured chrysalis of a possibility that will not develop the wings of reality
I was 5 years old when I first remember meeting Jesus. I’m the daughter of a Baptist preacher and am descended from good church-going folk so I had been introduced to him in utero but I remember meeting him at 5. I sat on the right hand side of the Scriptural Baptist Church sanctuary in a folding …
I’m not ok. Most days I struggle to get out of bed before feeding myself, knocking out a few hours of work, taking time to rest, and then getting lost for a few hours in my curated netflix-hulu happy place. I’m not ok. It’s a struggle to be around people some days and I crave the …
Never forget that we belong to one another. Always remember that our liberations are intertwined and none of us will get free while others are bound.
If I should die before I’m woke,
Cringe at my missteps
for it’s in holding me accountable that you can see what work is left to do
While 2016 has been hard, it has been a year I am grateful for because it stretched and pushed me. It’s reminded me that the disquiet I feel in my spirit can be harnessed to do good work that is responsive to the need I see in the world.
So thank you to the year that has encouraged me to unapologetically be myself and walk, speak, and act boldly in the places that I find myself rooted in.