As February ends, Black History remains because I am black 365 days a year.
I want to inspire my melanated brothers, sisters, and persons to be. Just be fully in your blackness in the spaces you inhabit. We may be different shades and come from different backgrounds but to be black is revolutionary.
Society wants to eliminate our stories, our histories, and our books. Just be.
When microaggressions feel like fire-shooting arrows, just be.
When it gets hard, just be.
When the sun is shining on you, just be.
I’ve spent most of my life trying to conform and box myself in. I am a reformed token black friend. I’ve always had the fire-shooting arrows of not being black enough while living in world where racism and white supremacy throw their arrows. I was fighting internal wars often.
Since the pandemic and turning 30, I have allowed myself the space to be. When I say just be, I say to tap into my emotions, my soul, and my body. Just being is validating who you are. Tap into yourself. Honor yourself. I honor when I am happy and when I am struggling. As the kids say, I’m living a soft life. I’m not the strong black woman anymore. I take myself off that pedestal. I’m choosing to be.
Black people, you are limitless. Just be. Remember that every day of 2023 and onward.