A Song for One Old Womxn

When my time in this body is finished Let me be remembered as Black and Womxn of my own choosing Angry Defiant Joyful Triumphant Let them forget what I endured Exhault in what I refused to accept Dance in what I chose to resist Let me die not as Queen I will leave the room … Continue reading A Song for One Old Womxn

The Callout–For White Women Who Cry: Stop That Shit and Here’s How You Can

“Seeing her cry still made me feel the same way it did earlier.” ― Faraaz Kazi "When white women cry, everything stops." I wasn't the first to say this, but the words crystallize what it means in amerika when white women, anywhere and anytime shed tears. From a single salty drop to a full-blown red-nosed … Continue reading The Callout–For White Women Who Cry: Stop That Shit and Here’s How You Can

NaPoWriMo

  Malala was shot in the face. Assata was nearly beaten to death in prison even as she carried her child. Berta Caceras was murdered. Sandra Bland died in police custody. Erica Garner's heart failed under the strain Why do they only care when our bodies are forfeit When our blood becomes the ink in … Continue reading NaPoWriMo

Even Monsters Need Flowers, Conclusion

Final thoughts, and an affirmation of radical self love.   I am a Black and Indigenous Womxn. I have been enslaved and colonized. All that has been stolen, all that has been murdered, all that has been snuffed out and destroyed flows in my blood, thrums in my bones. I have internalized all of that … Continue reading Even Monsters Need Flowers, Conclusion

Even Monsters Need Flowers, Part 3

In this third segment of the story, some thoughts on forgiveness: The questions of forgiveness continue to bang around for answers within me. Who deserves forgiveness? Who desires it? What purpose does forgiveness serve? And who benefits from it?  The truth for me is this: My daughter needed me present (at least by video conference) … Continue reading Even Monsters Need Flowers, Part 3

Even Monsters Need Flowers, Part 2

Image Credit: Gaian Bird Last week I began telling the story of Ancestral Trauma as it has played out in my life as a Black Womxn in America. I continue the story here: One of my daughters has developed a practice of calling or emailing me every three to five years. This began about 10 … Continue reading Even Monsters Need Flowers, Part 2

Even Monsters Need Flowers Part 1

  Trauma is a story most often told and framed through the lens of the victim. It is a narrative of a specific kind of pain that shatters and dissolves a human being into shadows and hauntings that cannot be exorcised, only mitigated through the daily and conscious choice to be whole. The infinite expression … Continue reading Even Monsters Need Flowers Part 1

These Hands Are All I Have

“Consider the holiness of your hands. They are how you do your work on this earth; they are a microcosm of the hands of the Goddess, and can change the world as easily as hers can.” ― Dianne Sylvan, The Body Sacred From my About page: "For better or worse we live in a consumer capitalist society. I … Continue reading These Hands Are All I Have