Being black means...

I breathe a little at a time so you don’t really see me.

Because...

If I take a real breath….

I’m afraid I might blow the house down.

Every day I’m afraid.

Today - is bad.

I went searching because.

I’m angry and confused.

You laugh as always at my nonsense.

Today was a reminder of conversations I’ve had and conversations I’ve been having and having and having..and screaming

I cry deeply.

I was promised this promise that is not happening

My sadness has not moved...on.

I think it's just pivoted an inch in the wind.

Today I missed me again and I cried. #blm#love