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

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

Embracing the Dark

I am an angry Black Womxn because white people keep showing me why I need to stay mad. ~ Gaian Bird   Always reading Women Who Run with the Wolves, by Clarissa Pinkola Estes. It's one of those books like a holy scripture for me. In those lists of the the top three or four people … Continue reading Embracing the Dark

Why This Why Now?

White women have been one of the constant violences in my life, a life of many inventive and horrible forms of violence. Because the violence you (the collective and individual white woman) do is so soul killingly insidious, and pervasive I choose to take you head on here. Leave your guilt, your shame, your not all's, your what about me's and all Beckery outside of these pages. My goal with you is to provoke change that will incite you in your transformation into a white woman who actually embodies the qualities of an ally in the fight to dismantle your own internal racism...