black love is not cheap. We fight each other using the same weapons others have used, and continue to use, to destroy us. It’s hard to resist fighting when you are under constant attack, but my comrades taught me how to resist the lure of disposability in a country, a world, that eats away at the humanity of black people every day. In Newark, I learned how to pick my battles. I also learned how to bow out gracefully when I failed.
