I Am Black Because I Come From

Stoicism And Silence Does Not Serve Us Nor Our Communities, Only The Forces Of Things As They Are.

But, On The Other Hand, I Get Bored With Racism Too And Recognize That There Are Still Many Things To Be Said About A Black Person And A White Person Loving Each Other In A Racist Society.

We Have Too Often Been Expected To Speak All Things To All People And Speak Everyone Else's Position But Our Own.

Each Time You Love, Love As Deeply As If It Were Forever.

I Have Come To Believe Over And Over Again That What Is Most Important To Me Must Be Spoken, Made Verbal And Shared, Even At The Risk Of Having It Bruised Or Misunderstood. That The Speaking Profits Me, Beyond Any Other Effect....what I Most Regretted Were My Silences. Of What Had I Ever Been Afraid? ...death On The Other Hand, Is The Final Silence...my Silences Had Not Protected Me. Your Silences Will Not Protect You.