Barely Controlled Black Girl: Reimagine the world while surviving it

 In the fall of 2023, I had a mental breakdown and checked myself into the hospital for it. I was running like Sha'Carri from my past and it caught up with me. I was pushing myself so hard to succeed professionally and personally after escaping two decades of abuse and trauma. I wanted control of my life and when I realized that I could not have everything all at once, it broke me. I did about 3 months of intense therapy Monday-Friday six hours a day. This was some intense work and I was up for the challenge. During this program I wrote daily and some days I wrote poetry. I would share with the class and they enjoyed my poems very much. Now I want to share them here. _____________________________________________ Hope   Down Defeated Lost Floating weightlessly through the void  I have no compass, no direction I have no true sense of self Who am I? -Loser -Failure -Coward I feel so... -Insecure -Embarrassed  -Terrified  Distraught, Lonely, Hopeless Floating throug...

  I'm planting a seed. A seed of hope for a better future for black families. I'm not talking nuclear families. I'm talking about OUR families, which often do not mirror what others deem to be a "proper family". You don't need children to be a matriarch. How many black women do you know who look out for children (and others) that they did not themselves birth? How many child free aunties do you know that always comes through for their nieces and nephews? Black women are the true leaders of the black community. Our leadership looks very different than our men and others outside of our community. We are constantly ridiculed for our brand of leadership, but check the stats. WE UP! I started this blog because social media is not the correct format for me to truly and fully express myself. We cannot discuss many things in mixed company. I'm working on an offline format for us to communicate and fellowship with each other. Until then, use the comments section he...