It’s been months since I’ve been able to write anything for this blog. I have tons of blog posts drafted, but I haven’t felt okay enough to publish them.
COVID-19 blew up any plans that I may have had in 2020, but that’s not the reason why I can’t write.
I can’t write because innocent black people are still being murdered in these streets by policemen who are supposed to protect us.
I can’t write because protestors are being met with tear gas and dogs… once again.
I can’t write because I don’t want to come off as the angry black woman, but I am angry.
I can’t write because nothing that I write can make this constant pain go away.
I can write dozens of posts, obtain hundreds of followers, and expose dozens of interesting shows and movies on Netflix and Hulu… but that still isn’t going to change the fact that these injustices are still happening in America today.
My blog posts aren’t going to change the fact that people are lynching and burning crosses to intimidate black people again.
My posts aren’t going to change the fact that as a black woman I don’t feel safe in this country.
This blog isn’t going to change the fact that my voice and other black voices still aren’t being heard in this country. We’re still being treated as if we don’t matter… And I’m tired of that shit.
My heart has felt heavy for awhile now. I still don’t feel like writing, and I don’t expect that to change overnight.
Black Lives Matter. It’s time that this country and its people started acting like it.