BBYGBlog

Some people are blessed with simplistic childhoods not harbored with traumatic experiences. The lucky ones, I would say. We see them walk with peace and able to maneuver their direction with certainty and confidence. What we don't realize is that we could also find the same serenity in ourselves, even with lingering pain.

I speak from experience. Growing up in a southern, Black single mother household had the classic ass whoppings and restrictions we observe in blasé memes. The Black community holds respectability under the same guise of authoritarian discipline that borders abuse. We normalize it because we say it...

This is a space to be angry, first and foremost. Recognize this is Black anger. Don't coddle the word in your mouth. Pronounce it honestly. As I write this, I am sitting on a cliff cutting my eyes at white joggers aimlessly finding bliss in the 78-degree weather. For me this past week, I've seen white faces unabashed, happiness just a simple task on today's to-do list. No matter the fires, the cites screaming, or the bodies. Bodies. I have to pause because I'm conflicted with the natural desire to add detail. Paint polaroid of a moment in time. But...

Constantly we go through life finding easy ways to compare ourselves to others. This could mean seeing someone with “nicer” clothes or shoes than you or someone more on track with their goals than you. This false sense of inferiority stems from our desire to reach a plateau of greatness as quickly as possible. We struggle with the concept of the American Dream being the epitome of triumph. When in reality, everyone has a different pace of success. Success can’t be measured by materialistic wealth or even accomplishments, but our self-acceptance. Self-acceptance of who we are and what we bring...