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It’s just a glass.
Melted and shaped rock that was formed and that I can drink out of. This glass was given to me by the Director of FLOW: Where Writing Moves, one amazing Ms. Amanda Wells.
I have not drank from it, and cried when she said I could have one of the many she has on a brown shelf on the wall in her cozy office. I turned it over and over in my hands, tried not to cry. One would ask, “Why cry over a glass? It’s just a glass.” These are the people whom cannot relate to me–they are not acquainted with loss or pain or passions.
It was about two years ago when I decided to forgo nursing school, the goal of becoming a nurse, in favor of pursuing what I loved: writing.
I decided to let go of the safe to do the extraordinary, the unsafe and unheard of. I listened to my heart and the leading of God and have seen my life transform. Since giving up nursing school, the false self, I rediscovered my artistic bent and nature. I began to love me again. I loved creating and words again…I found me.
On this journey, I found myself in rooms I did not unlock, with people I would have never met, and was allowed to have this little Dollar Store water glass.
Which I am allowed to fill…
All my years of trying to please people, of not being accepting of all I was, allowing other people to define me and what I needed–has ended.
I define me now. And only me.
This glass sits in a place where I can see it daily. It reminds me of my potential, my power, my choices and beliefs. It holds only what I allow, and releases only what I say and will. I reminds me that my journey is not over…only just beginning.
And I shall be brave enough to finish it.
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I started to become a fan of Mike & Mike In the Morning (to the point I listened to them in the car), E: 60 Documentaries and His & Hers.
I liked His & Hers.
I like the dynamic between Jemele and Michael. I like how she was knowledgeable, astute and took none. It made me feel better about being a sportsfan who had a vagina.
Jemele Hill called 45 a white supremacist on social media, to be specific: TWITTER.
Nothing in this tweet is inaccurate. Nothing. Yet, because 45 does it like it when he’s called out on his BS, he lashes out and wants someone to fight for him, the soulless Sarah Huckabee Sanders said from behind the White House podium that Jemele Hill should be fired from ESPN.
A year before, Curt Schilling got fired from ESPN when he made those stupid remarks about the LGBTQIA community, namely people of trans experience.
The key difference?
What Jemele said is true. It’s true.
You need only look at whom 45 has appointed, worked with and been involved with over the last 40 years.
WHAT JEMELE SAID IS TRUE.
And for her to not bend when she said it? Glorious. Schilling can be mad. He’s a bigot right along with the rest of that Drumpf supporting basket of deplorables.
Schilling not liking it, don’t make it less true. He’s mad that he was found out and exposed for the racist, bigot he is–because racism is rooted in power and its maintenance. He can continue to be salty and banished.
Many moons ago, I wanted to be a journalist. I wanted to work for the New York Times. I remember I watched ESPN, and longed to see more black women on–just doing their thing, bruh.
Now, I can watch The Six with my girls and be like, “Gon head, Jemele. Best of both worlds.”
Thank you, Jemele.