Once upon a time, a woman loved a man. She looked at him, he would smile, and she knew Glory. She shared what she could, all she had, and dreams of what could be. He was Everything. He Mattered. Promises were voiced, accepted, made.
Then Truth rolled in.
Uncomfortable Truths. Accompanied by false relationship’s gleam, faux promises, fake sheen. Easy and smooth, to replace the rough and too real.
Truths were walled in, covered with lies to save masks, veneers of comfort, veneers of money. User-friendly surface embraced enablers, enabling betrayal, shocked hurt and disbelief.
How could you?
Her soul whispered. He doesn’t listen, she realized. He won’t listen. He enjoys his misguided revenge too much. It’s ruined, she sees now. His choices… Ruined everything. All they’d built together… Gone. Washed away.
Nothing left, nothing but grains of Karma slipping away.
“Every promise… Don’t work out that way.”?
I’ve lived on this Earth for nearly 45 years. Montana’s my home.
Never before in my life have I been made to feel so dehumanized, so aware of being a black woman being “shown her place” as I have in the last 2 years, and in the past couple months in particular.
Thank you, Trump supporters, enablers, and central Montana.
#SystemicRacism #Racism #Montana
I started writing about my fears for my community and my family. I had started to see myself, and once you start to see yourself, you cannot pretend anymore.
– So You Want to Talk About Race by
I ask every one of my white friends and Fam to read this book. I ask any and all white strangers, both in and outside the U.S. to read this book. I ask that all junior high schools and high schools in the U.S. add it to their regular curriculum. I ask that it be adapted for elementary students, and a children’s book for Pre-K.
#Racism #Education #SilenceIsRacism