Tag: Black Women

The “Bless Your Heart” Seen Around The World

We stand with you, Judge Ketanji Brown Jackson. We have all been there before. We understand sitting through mediocrity is never pleasant. Being a spacemaker is often not easy. It is shameful that a Black woman still must prove herself in a sea of Whiteness to people that will never be as accomplished as her. We can only imagine what you have gone through to sit where you are sitting this week and where you will sit for the remainder of your career – on the highest court in the land. Know that we are standing with you, and always know some of your sistas do throw hands and are proficient in knuck if you buck!

Black Joy Is An Act Of Resistance

For 2022 choose your peace. Find your joy. As Black people, we must put boundaries around our joyful moments and protect them at any cost. Do not continue to allow this world to rob you of your joy. You are free to pursue a life of happiness, which doesn’t require White people’s permission. When you pursue something, you chase after it. It requires that you wake up every day and say, “Today, I will seek out joy. Today I will refuse to let racism rob me of my joy.”

Black Women Are Always To Blame. Even In Death.

How is it that an innocent Black woman is being cast as a problem in Louisville? To even ask, “Did the Breonna Taylor protest hurt Louisville,” is egregious. As usual Black women are being blamed for the response while people ignore the action that ignited the protests. Why not ask, “Did the MURDER of Breonna Taylor Hurt Louisville?”  Why not ask, “Did the MURDER of Breonna Taylor Hurt Louisville?” 

Dear White People, Who Told You It Would Feel Good?

And my question to White people is, “Who told you it would feel good?” (Pause and answer that question. Sit and think about the person who told you it was going to feel good? Have you come up with any name? I want you to really reflect on who told you it was going to feel good.) Who made that promise to you because they told you incorrect information. Let me tell you the truth. Facing you is never easy.

“How Are You? No. I Mean Really, How Are You?”

Immediately my mind found the pathway back to when another friend met with me on Zoom. It was for a pre-call to a workshop that I was conducting for their organization, and they asked how I was doing. I said, “I am fine.” Then they asked, “No, really, how are you?” Even on that Zoom call, I fought back the tears. I lied, forcing a smile that I hoped looked genuine as I said, “I’m good. I’m good.” I am the strong one. I am not allowed to have bad days.