Rest Assured

Queer

Tbh, many, many times…I forget this.

As a Black person, not dwelling on the harm done to Black people…relentlessly…the headlines and the hashtags…is hard.

So there are moments where I have to intentionally remind myself of the other parts of life and this journey that fill me with such love & hope, gratitude & joy…& that space, even if for a little while, sustains me.

Reclaiming my time and my rest.

Reclaiming my joy

Reclaiming my tenderness

& remembering

that good/beautiful shit, is also my birthright.

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