Poem: It Shouldn’t Take Courage to Love a Black Woman

We, too, desire to bask in the radiance of another’s glory 
To be bathed in joy, peace and tranquility 
To rest without anxiety and wake without urgency 
We don’t need this grace from everyone 
Nor do we expect a societal shift out of gratitude for services rendered 
But for our men… 
It shouldn’t take courage to love a Black Woman

Juneteenth Print Series (2023)

The truth of the country’s beginning, its history, and present state is being erased, banned, rewritten and ignored. For this reason, I wanted to focus on words – names, cities, declarations. I wanted to share what’s already been said, what’s already known, seen and acknowledged. This year’s Juneteenth Series is about honoring and remembering not only our collective past but also our shared present.

Print Series: Juneteenth 2022

It may seem late for #Juneteenth, but #freedom is actually late. The prints in my Juneteenth 2022 Print Series are titled:
• The Crossing: Blood in the Water
• Built on Cotton
• Black Women Stand Alone
Each image is available as 5×7 & 11×14 print on silk paper. They can be ordered on this site and via my Square Store.

Juneteenth: General Order 3

There was no offer of income, or other funds to allow the newly formerly enslaved people to move about freely. No employment offers. No suggestions on where the free could live freely. He didn’t even tell them that their former enslavers would be compensated by the government for the loss of their forced laborers.

What I Know about Coaching

I didn’t appreciate having my character, personality and tone mischaracterized. Most definitely not in words commonly used to stereotype, demonize and dismiss Black Women. And absolutely not by the only Black Male manager on the open floor he was dressing me down on.

Poem: Bury Me in a Free Land by Frances Harper

Frances Ellen Watkins Harper Make me a grave where’er you will, In a lowly plain, or a lofty hill; Make it among earth’s humblest graves, But not in a land where men are slaves. I could not rest if around my grave I heard the steps of a trembling slave; His shadow above my silentContinueContinue reading “Poem: Bury Me in a Free Land by Frances Harper”