creativity is prayer
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As I listen to Ancestors, I Need Help, I reflect on where I was when I produced this.
My eyes get watery and heart starts to break when I think about how alone and misunderstood I felt around November 2022.
On an act of faith, I started looking up to the sun, to the moon, to the stars, and started crying out to the Ancestors for help.
How do I hold this burden?
This burden of feeling so much and seeing so much.
Why are so many people numb and disconnected to what’s happening to us?
People post these black squares, give themselves a pat on the back for being somewhat humane, and then move on with their day.
Where are those people now? SILENT.
Fucking cowards.
I live in Florida and I’m starting to notice people are getting louder with their racism.
I had a white woman stare me down in disgust yesterday (Tue June 27). As I looked her directly in the eye, I gave her a stare back. My protector for my little boy came online. I wanted to jump out the car and slap the shit out of her and her husband and then I saw she had kids in the back of the car.
I took a deep breath, yelled at the top of my lungs in the car, and drove away.
What was underneath that anger was pain. So much pain.
Not only mine but my Ancestors cries out to the world, WHY!?
I’ve been in trauma informed spaces where I had 10 men of color hold me back while I let the Ancestors use my body to scream out to a taller white man in front of me, HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME? WHY?
So trust me when I say I’ve touched the deepest of grief.
To hold this grief in my day to day now, I dance, I write, I make music. I create.
It’s the only way to hold this grief and to not allow it to swallow me and slip into the black hole of depression again.
The only way to hold this grief is TO PLAY.
Since your responses to my last post, I’ve been praying to Nina Simone for the courage to say the things I need to say to you. (Thank you for all the love - truly 🔥🖤🌍)
Because we’re at a tipping point for the African Diaspora.
Are we going to work together or will our children have to deal with our lack of accountability and responsibility?
We really need to wake up. You really need to wake up.
It’s time we stop thinking about ourselves and how we look to the world.
It’s not about us anymore.
It’s about the children.
If you are not centering the protection of African children in your liberation struggle, you are not on my side.
In fact you are my enemy.
To those who want to be on the battlefield with me by my side as my roar grows louder and louder…
It’s time to create.
To write and let your heart sing.
Create a Substack account and create your own publication
Click New Post
Take a deep breath into your heart, pray to the Ancestors(and Nina Simone) for courage
Set the timer for 5 minutes
Let your fingers FLOW
Post trusting in the Ancestors and your divine connection with them
Send the link to me either directly or via a comment so I can celebrate you!
My hope is that I can start to share Substack posts from other village members and then eventually get more writers. (Looking at you African QUEENS!)
If you have a hard time creating and letting your heart sing come to the campfire this Sunday and let’s create together! LETS PLAY!
If you are fighting the fight, I salute you in your own village building. My hope is that LIBERATEVILLAGE.COM can be the satellite village for a network of on-the-grounds-villages. We have to learn to work together at some point.
For my fellow African spiritual warriors, remember…
“No one loves a warrior until the enemy is at the gate.”
KEEP PLAYING