To the Black folk who can’t turn on the news without being reminded of how little the world loves them… I know it hurts.You don’t have to tell or convince me.
You don’t have to fight to be seen or heard here. This space is an eternal moment where as long as you’re on this page, you can set down the hundreds of years of baggage and trauma that’s been non-consensually passed down from parent to child throughout the generations.
You don’t have to make a joke out of the reality of living with your existence as a means of coping. Here you don’t have to be resilient.Read more on themighty.com