A Resolution

For the boss who called me a goddamn coward and chuckled as her words split me, for the teacher who called me useless, eyes hot and mean, when I did not follow her instructions to a T. For the countless white men who broke into me with that word, and for the men, women, boys, and girls who pushed me down ’cause my chocolate skin, ’cause pride, ’cause of the day of the week. For the guy friend who called me lazy and lazy and lazy one mo’gin. For the lovers who questioned my worth. For the girl friend who called me out my name always for the heck of it. For those who lied to dampen the power of my truth and told me that I wasn’t, couldn’t and never would be, I resolve this for you –

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Fly.

A woman from Haiti braided my hair the other day. Her strong cocoa brown fingers locked my hairs together in a tight embrace, while she hummed and sang. I closed my eyes and wondered about far off spaces, places beautiful and lit by the sun. Then she crocheted in caramel-colored twists, luxurious ropes trailing down my face.

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Young, Gifted, and Black

I feel privileged (oh the luxury of that) to know Greg. We first met in July 2010 in Buenos Aires, Argentina at Dra. Lea Geler’s book signing and reading for Andares negros, caminos blancos. The founder and president of el Instituto Argentino para la Igualdad, Diversidad, e Integración (IARPIDI), Nengumbi Celestin Sukama, introduced us but Greg gave a quick “hey” tossed me his number and kept moving. I was taken aback but knowing him now, I know that Greg was motivated and determined to make moves (read: network) as much as possible in that moment.

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