I Was 4 And Dictating Stories Into

I Don't Know If Anyone Has Noticed But I Only Ever Write About One Thing: Being Alone. The Fear Of Being Alone, The Desire To Not Be Alone, The Attempts We Make To Find Our Person, To Keep Our Person, To Convince Our Person To Not Leave Us Alone, The Joy Of Being With Our Person And Thus No Longer Alone, The Devastation Of Being Left Alone. The Need To Hear The Words: You Are Not Alone.

I'm A Black Woman Every Day, And I'm Not Confused About That. I'm Not Worried About That. I Don't Need To Have A Discussion With You About How I Feel As A Black Woman, Because I Don't Feel Disempowered As A Black Woman.

We Spend Our Whole Lives Worrying About The Future, Planning For The Future, Trying To Predict The Future, As If Figuring It Out Will Cushion The Blow. But The Future Is Always Changing. The Future Is The Home Of Our Deepest Fears And Wildest Hopes. But One Thing Is Certain When It Finally Reveals Itself. The Future Is Never The Way We Imagined It.

It's Been A Long Time Since Roe V. Wade, And I Do Think Most People Are Able To Have Respect For Other People's Choices. Most People, I Think, Have Accepted That It's Not Up To Them To Control Other People's Choices, Except, It Seems, When It Comes To Washington, D.c., Where Everyone Has An Opinion About People's Uteruses.

Finally I Want To Say This: If You Are A Kid And You Are Out There And You Are Chubby And Not So Cute And Nerdy And Shy And Invisible And In Pain, Whatever Your Race, Whatever Your Gender, Whatever Your Sexual Orientation, I’m Standing Here To Tell You: You Are Not Alone. Your Tribe Of People, They Are Out There In The World. Waiting For You.