A piece of my heart broke this week with the announcement of the loss of bell hooks. It is comforting to know that I belong to a sacred collective of mourners who felt a shift within themselves- Black women, femmes, and writers whose lives forever changed when they held bell hooks’ work in their hands.
Here we are, December 2020, a full year since news broke of the Novel Coronavirus a.ka. COVID-19. It has been a year of uncertainty. A year of transformation. A year of adapting. A year of learning and reflection. A year of illness and death. A year of loss and grief. And a year of lies and misinformation. No, a lot of this was not new or unique to this year. Some may even describe every year of their lives this way. However, we cannot deny the unprecedented surface area this year has touched.
Black womxn are at the crossroads of all social issues; poverty, racism, sexism, homelessness, homophobia, reproductive rights, and classism are only a few examples. The experiences and stories of Black womxn are unacknowledged and erased, yet, they are expected to bear the emotional and physical labor of pushing these movements forward.
Our skin, as beautiful and as shimmering as it is, is ribboned with cautionary tales from our ancestors; intricately weaved to remind us that our history is not distant at all, we confront it each day.
Since media outlets have been reporting on COVID-19, there has been an uptick in discriminatory behaviors, specifically against those of Asian ethnicity. In the United States and around the globe, rampant xenophobia is causing harm to communities, including death.
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I have yet to meet a womxn that does not take some form a precaution when entering the world. Despite our backgrounds, it is one of the factors that uniquely bond us.
My curves and my smile were not made for you you are not entitled to my body, my consent, or my peace of mind. Keep your hands in your pockets, keep your lustful thoughts and your twisted fantasies to yourself. Do not question me, I owe you nothing. […]
A phrase that, theoretically, is supposed to stop us in our tracks. Someone with coerced authority tells us to stop resisting and we are obligated to become compliant. Despite the egregiousness of the offense, we are expected to relinquish opposition and concede. We hear this command from police […]
As I wrap up this three day challenge, I want to thank Laketra BFF for her presence and continued support. As you mentioned during your three days, it is truly a challenge. I respect the bloggers and artists who elect to write every single day. For my final […]
My BBF (Best Blogging Friend) Laketra BFF, awesomely nominated me for the “Three days, Three Quotes” Challenge. She is a triple threat: beautiful, talented, and funny. If you are looking for a new supportive friend with heartwarming posts, I would suggest you check her out. Thanks, girl! Simple […]
Muted Mouthful 
Beautifully said as always đ Iâm in good company I see - I struggle with change too.
Absolutely! Cheers to you, friend!
Yes! more childlike undbridled joy!
"Though I try, I cannot self-care my way out of systemic and structural oppression." â Brilliant.
oooooof all of these are my mood this week for sure