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You are the living embodiment of our resistance. The revelation after centuries of hiding. The pain-welded blade. Wound turned weapon.”
I don’t have the energy to fight against white folks’ disbelief today.
MESSAGE!
The unsaid thing about funerals is that directly after the communal mourning for someone you love, after everyone is gone and the connected grief dispersed, comes a solitude beyond imagining. A great, gaping nothing where a whole person and life and future used to be. The other side of a funeral is abyss.
Instead I say, “Just because my hair takes up space doesn’t mean it’s dirty, Theresa.”
Period!
into her voice. “You have no idea.” I could respond that I do, I do have an idea. But grief isn’t a competition. It’s not an identical pain that we all meet one day when death finds us. It’s a monster, personalized by our love and memories to devour us just so. Grief is suffering, tailored.
“You cannot stop due process.”
he seems to care for Sel, too, in an almost fatherly way.
He could be his daddy...
Why borrow knowledge when you possess its source?”
Bars.
I laugh icily. “When white people say something’s ‘not about race,’ it’s usually because it is and they don’t wanna talk about it.”
Yup!
Power is one thing; control is another.
Then his eyes meet mine again and for a breathless moment, it is like we are back on the balcony, or dancing together at the gala. Molten gold floods my vision, and the something between us ignites like electricity.
🎵WE BELONG TOGETHEEEEEEERRRRR🎵 - Mariah Carey
“You have always been the Scion of Arthur, Briana.”
People keep telling her that and she won't accept it😤😤😤
“Black folks don’t need Oaths to take care of each other. We never did.”
Nope!
Thank God for best friends.
