Poetic Bends, Story Time, Thoughts of the Day

Regarding My Blackness

While sitting in the movie theater this past January, I watched as Moonlight began to borrow itself deep inside my heart. It clung to my lungs and wrapped around my rib cage. It crept into my brain stem and spread across my skull.

I was covered in it from head to toe. Unable to separate myself from it, we had become one. Suddenly and wholeheartedly.

After the commotion at the Oscars and Moonlight was finally given its well deserved title and prize, everything that I held inside burst through my tear ducts. It was as if every single marginalized person out there, the ones who were born with the words “I AM DIFFERENT” written on their forehead like a birthmark, were finally able to wipe away the permanent marker. The slate was wiped clean and they could finally write something else.

Because suddenly, through the shocked, ernest and tear stained faces of the Moonlight cast and crew, they, along with many baring witness, watched as the word87dedde498b70bbac653e4389497036ds that looked back at them in the mirror were clearly and miraculously, “YOU ARE SEEN”.

I’ve spent these 26 years of my life trying to understand what it means to have a white mother and a black father. What it means to be biracial. What it means to be black. And I have to say that it wasn’t until recently that I truly found myself able to embrace my blackness.

And maybe that’s because we don’t have to only be seen as victims of racism and police brutality or as images that take up space, or as bodies to be consumed, or darkness to be feared. Maybe it’s the mere fact that our stories are not only being told, but they’re being recognized as worthy and worthwhile.

It shouldn’t have to be said, but I’ll say it anyway. I’ll say it until my throat is raw and my voice is raspy.

We run just as fast as you (though some might argue). We laugh jus
t as loud as you (though some might argue). We smile just as bright as you. We love just as hard as you. Our burdens might not bear the same weight, but we matter just as much as you do.

I am part of the black community. Those are my people. You are my people. And I love every single one of you. 

And if we’re getting technical here, I am not only just black, I am also a woman. But that’s a story for another day.

Poetic Bends

Love, Hate, Fear

Fear is the path to the Dark Side. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering.” – Yoda

3bbbf5b90d2295fa9ca9a0198495c219We hate fear

We fear love

And we love to hate

They say “Hate” is a strong word

But so is “Love”

“Fear” can be an even stronger word

A stronger emotion

A stronger attitude

We fear the unknown

Unable to welcome it

It’s easier to hate what we don’t understand

Instead of taking the time to truly learn

To appreciate

To love

We fear love

And yet we desire it most

We covet it

Like we covet acceptance

But not everyone will love you

Many will fear you

Many will hate you

For just being you

Just because it’s easier

Easier to oppose

To oppress

To object

Then to take the same side

It’s hard to accept our fear

So instead we learn to hate it

In order to gain back something we lost

To let go of that uncertainty

And take back our power

In an already unknown world

Standing up and spewing hate and fear

Can make you feel tall

It can make you feel just

It can make you feel important

But standing up

And spreading love

Can make you feel empowered

Known

Heard

Seen

We can fear fear

And we can hate hate

But we can also love love

…we must choose between what is right and what is easy.“- Albus Dumbledore