I haven’t been feeling inspired to post for a while now. I mean there’s just so much going on and my highly sensitive self is feeling all of it. Like so many this pandemic has been hard. Literally by God’s grace I’ve been able to make through this time. Amen.
And then there’s all the heartbreak with seeing so many black lives being killed by the hands of police and other racist on TV and social media. I remember being so sad as a child because I never understood why people hated black people so much. I never understood why me speaking up for myself resulted in me being all a black B or n****** every year from the 6th grade to the 12th. Why my skin color prevented me from being invited to certain parties or groups in high school. I’ve been praying the same prayer for years and it seems like maybe a change will actually come this time around. I hope so.
In the meantime I’ve been trying to figure out my “normal” in this new normal. Protecting my peace and energy and drowning out the noise. I know one thing for sure though, I’m still hella proud to be a BLACK WOMAN. My people are true Kings & Queens.