no, really, how are you?
People are fucking tired so we have been more readily able to express how we really feel lately. Fully opening up to the extremely traumatizing shit that racism causes black people has personally allowed me to lift the censor and just call it as I see it. I just had a battle with someone who was trying hard to miscredit @indiaarie ’s work to Rumi—something that google needs to fix. Black artist’s works are stolen constantly. It’s exhausting. I’m trying to build my own business and pour love into my magazine @theofficialmoonmag , but will I ever have a decent chance of success without the resources of wealth and prosperity that white business owners have? I don’t know. I’m raising my son in a tiny Parisian flat and we’re just bumping into each other all the time and god knows I want to teach an online yoga class, but where? On top of the sofa? I’m feeling a little scarce right now cos I’m just tired. And I know you are too for maybe similar reasons or not. I will take a self care day tomorrow so I can have energy to bring love into the world starting here in my heart and with my family. There’s so many good fucking people out there. So many of you. But there’s so many of you missing the mark too. Racism isn’t a word that’s supposed to make anyone comfy. It’s a word that draws one I wars towards experiences, traumas, wondering if they actually did the wrong thing. That’s where the word is supposed to take you so you can fucking do better next time. I am done with placating today white people’s sensitivities. I will be treated with respect and so will all my black brothers and sisters, nephews and cousins. So that’s how I am right now.
How are you? - 10 hours ago