Reflections on the cost of self control, movement stress and silence. Reflections on overcompensating for being Black and Male in America.
We did not create our Blackness. It was imposed upon us . But we accepted it, and made it beautiful and now we love it. Why is it so hard for them to do the same? There is a part of me, underneath the indignation and the pride, beneath the bluster and … Continue reading Black boy, White Spaces: An Unfinished Poem
It has been a rough week. A week that has forced me to think a lot about family, the bonds we build and the comfort we provide each other. It was also a week of tremendous social upheaval in Ferguson, MO. Already the conversations about Ferguson on Facebook and Twitter were giving me anxiety as … Continue reading Processing #igotthetalk While in Mourning