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What this Pain Feels Like: Day 94
A two-ton elephant periodically sits on my chest. And with every other breath there is a remnant of heaviness that refuses to not announce itself on every exhale. "I'm here!" it shouts. Tempting me to tears or rage or whatever emotions are sitting right on the surface. Of course the more agitated I become, the …
On Forgiveness…again.
There’s certainly a pattern. Black person dies at the hand of white person. White person may or may not be held accountable. Black person’s family members announce that they have forgiven said white person. The majority of people oooh and ahhh. Tears are shed. Scriptures are quoted. Rinse and repeat. Yes, there’s definitely a pattern of black folks being praised for …
What This Pain Feels Like: Day 87
It’s a vise grip. I try to breathe into it like they taught me but there is no release. In fact, it further denies me any respite by pulling my scalp tight over my eyes and then back again. My ears fill with air. It feels like my eyebrows are furrowed even though I just …