I am here waking up to myself. It is as if I came from a long slumber, where who I was, who I became, was predetermined by the circumstances of my life the pain caused to me and the forced moulding of white-supremacist education. In that slumber, there were moments of joy and laughter, it... Continue Reading →
sometimes, it feels as though I'm melting spreading into lather-like substance losing firmness consistency breaking apart, slowly- irrevocably a withered fern losing its light other times, melting is like healing its the scabbing of old scars its taking me into surprising new forms its as though the fire of pain came to glue me to... Continue Reading →
there are few things sweeter than the moments we give to our selves. the solace of meditative silence deeper breaths longer baths and slowly slowly preparing meals for yourself painting your nails singing an old song. then there is the healing from crying the small freedom of letting go of all that has attempted to... Continue Reading →
I am a scholar of peace. I have written the essays on conflict, peace, and security. I have defined peace debated it, and deconstructed it many times. so arguably, I know a lot about peace. not really. I have found the peace I have studied lacking in answers. just more questions and ceaseless... Continue Reading →
on the balance of light and darkness
of healing and overcoming
of healing
Self love is unlearning the centuries old myths of black undesirability, Unlearning self-hatred Self-love is Sara-Baartma
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