An impromptu self-timer photoshoot, some sticky notes, a Sharpie, and a short poem inspired by @staceyannchin.
Dear Weeping White Woman
I will no longer be apologizing for my anger.
I will no longer be apologizing for my tears.
I will no longer be apologizing for my nihilism in the face of a world that has placed me firmly under a glass ceiling, within 4 glass walls, with nowhere to go but down.
I am too busy unlearning generations of trauma to be your shoulder to cry on.
I’m not sorry for my big feet or my big hair or my big ass or the fact that I take up space.
I’m going to need you to stop apologizing too, by the way.
Stop apologizing for what your ancestors did.
Stop apologizing for your lack of ability to do anything.
Your apology is a lie you tell yourself to absolve yourself of the responsibility to act.
Decentralize power. Center black voices in the black narrative. Don’t take my voice from me. Don’t take my platform from me.
Don’t weep for me.
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