Been through too many things I’ve swore to never reopen these wounds but at times even
the rain feels like salt water
Burning my veins and forcing my brain to remember the nights full of pain. I have been
stumbling and wrestling demons, looking at death face to face. Trying to keep going at my
own pace.
I’m trying to get out of this maze. Constantly growing from my mistakes and from my
ancestors sacrifices. I am here to change the expectations of those who look like me. Skin
brown like the tree, my roots keep me grounded. I know I'm surrounded by love, I am
showered by it.
With that love I plan to expand my branches and give back to those who like me were once
told we’d never achieve more than teenage pregnancy or getting sent to prison. An
immigrant. Who was brought to this country with no choice yet discovered her voice and is
using it for good. A determined soul. Invested in her hood.
During these hard times it is crucial to speak up! To remember our values and
stand by them. We can't afford to be passive when it is clear that the issues are
not only impacting some of our sisters, but those who are underrepresented. I
urge everyone to take time to learn more about others and what they are going
through. We cannot become a better world if we do not become better
ourselves and those around us. Call out your family members when they say
anti-black comments or when they are being homophobic. Educate them about
why what they are saying is problematic. Silence is violence.
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