My Heart Hurts Today.

My Heart Hurts Today.
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My heart hurts today.  I woke up this morning dismayed to discover the results of the election.  Although I won’t completely dwell on it, I must admit that I’m disappointed in many ways.  Truthfully, I’m not shocked.  But, even though Trump and his supporter’s “victory” come as no surprise, I was wholeheartedly hopeful for this election’s outcome.

I called my mother seeking emotional support and encouragement to get me through today.  We ended our touching exchange of reflecting and disorganized venting by her reciting to me, “When you know better, you do better.”  She added, “Now that we know better, it’s time to put our boots on and get to work.”  Yep.  Another day of mom always being right.

This is an awakening moment for us to be more conscious both socially and economically. We can be selective in our purchases. We can unify. We can be the change we wish to see. 

Some may say that blacks in America “need to stop playing victim.”  But, in reality, we are victims.  Victims of systemic racism—in a country essentially founded by racism, and being robbed of our individuality and culture in a world that too often tells us we are everything but worthy.

Contrary to this, I believe the quote, “victims are survivors” to be true for anyone.  We, as a unit, are powerful.  Everyday black people must do our part in educating one another to know and believe in our light and our magic.  This is not in reference to being some sort of mystical creatures either.  These terms are to celebrate the beauty, power and resilience of black people.  The very reason for us to have confidence in the greatness of our being and capabilities. 

Know this.  Know us.  We Are America.

 Braea  x

 My version of a blue suit.

My version of a blue suit.