So Many Started Things Need Finishing

He feels the pressure in the room build as he holds her gaze. Her clear dark amber eyes reminds him of the late afternoon sun breaking through storm clouds. He wants to say something. He wants to harness the courage of his younger self. He wants to push the moment over the edge. Saul wants to make the sky break open and rain. He wants so much but it’s been so long since he’s felt this way that he is unsure what to do next. “Can I kiss you?” She asks him.

#IfIDieInPoliceCustody

#IfIDieInPoliceCustody don’t say I was an organizer. Don’t talk about how I knew what to say when everyone else was too shocked or too scared to say anything. Don’t say I was courageous. Don’t say I was smart. Don’t mention all the work I did for “the community.” Tell them I was too busy being Black to worry about bein' good. Describe for them how I danced down the street with my headphones blasting the soulful sounds of Nina Simone into my brain. Tell them that the feeling of her voice bouncing off the cavernous walls of my skull is the closest to feeling liberated I ever get.

Meditations On Liberation

Liberation is joy in its purest form. Liberation is joy arising from moments so splendid and just as to transcend their own context. Liberation is the joy of light bursting through the darkness. Liberation is not merely laughing so hard you cry, it is laughing so hard that your pain loses its meaning and the means to sustain itself. Liberation is when laughter is a treatment not merely an anesthetic.