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Fuck yo comfort zone

Here we go with this shit again!  Another black woman killed at the hands of police. No, I’m not mad any more.  I’m furious.  We see white, defiant-, gun-toting- people disarmed all of the time (See Dylan Roof). In a country that has a black man as a symbolic figure head we seem to have forgotten the bridge of Selma. We seem to have forgotten the 3/5 rule, the inability to vote, the promise of 40 acres and the waves of ships carrying black bodies through a transatlantic slave trade. The idea that a woman can be shot dead in cold blood further reinforces the notion that blacks are not people when it comes to exercising the same rights that whites do.  There is a double standard by which the forefathers of this American experiment dubbed that “all men were created equal” while blacks were 3/5 of a person. We fail to connect the past with the present as if one had nothing to do with the other.  We do not seem to see the psycholo...
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Peace Be Still (A Requiem For Grandma)

January 6, 2009: A few people ask me if I am doing okay. My grandmother just passed a few days ago on January 2 nd . We, her grandchildren, called her grandma, my grandfather called her Cat, short for her name Catherine and others like her sister from Mississippi called her Poochie—to this day I do not know where that name came from. I remember as a child my mother trying to explain it to me and I remember still feeling frustrated from the explanation. So, I left it alone. My grandmother’s dark complexion and staple long, jet black hair, the gold tooth in her mouth, her optimistic attitude about life, her strong Christian belief, her unselfishness and her ability to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders with so much grace makes it hard for me to come to grips with not seeing her ever again. I am doing as well as can be expected and hiding the pain better than could be imagined. I’ll never get to taste her sweet and spicy dressing at Thanksgiving. No more Oxtails and be...
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Bye 2017!

I don’t know about you, but this year kicked my ass! I went through real-life, adult-type shit. From losing a relationship to questioning my whole existence. I experienced the entire kaleidoscope of human emotions and the happy moments were fleeting. I know a few people that feel the same way. I also heard stories of complete triumph, engagements celebrations, babies being born and graduations. My little brother even pledged Alpha Phi Alpha. I don’t discount these tales, but I’ve heard more stories of emotional discontent, depression, identity crisis and the desire for acceptance. This is for these people. Breathe. Inhale while counting to 10. Hold counting to five. Release while counting to five. Repeat in cycles as many times as you need. You made it; albeit tattered and worn; bruised and bent; battled tested while holding on to what’s left of your fractured psyche. You made it nonetheless. Now it’s time to re-frame the story. You were tested...
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