my liberation

Green Forest Environmental Campaign PosterUntil you been

lost like me

loved (and unlovable) like me
abandoned like me

used like me

abused like me;

Your judgements

of me



Your guidance



Your advice



Until you been lost like me,

you can’t understand

the power of being found


your own will



That is my liberation.


Killing Georgina is creating poetry and prose to heal and achieve metaphysical liberation.


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Black and brown women

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I want to write something beautiful

My throat is full

And it burns

I want to write something enlightening

My head is a snow globe

Of truths and experiences

They swarm me, warm me, hold me close and whisper “nobody cares, nobody cares, nobody cares”


angry whispers in my ear

Seek to silence me and mine

“Nobody cares”

A refrain as old as time

I want to write something beautiful

I want to write something liberating

I want to write something enlightening

I want to write something illuminating

I want to write something that breaks the chains, turns the tides, screams the truths of me and mine from all the peaks

Shining a light for all that seeks

To see black and brown women whole!

Black and brown women free!

Black and brown women held UP, not back.

Black and brown women served, not serving.

Black and brown women protected, not rejected.

Black and brown women wrapped with the care and tenderness we have provided the masses for ages. Hold us close, whispers like honey, sweet, dripping syrup:

You matter baby. You are loved lady. Beautiful. Soft and kind. Unlock the pictures in your mind and fill me with your truths. Baby you, black and brown woman, are gold. Write me something beautiful. Unfold your truths to be told.


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Booting Beckys and Choosing Myself

Originally published by Threads of Solidarity on Medium on August 1, 2017

And Featured in HuffPo Black Voices on Sep. 14, 2017

Dear Beckys,

We can not be friends. In case you don’t know, Beckys are white women who aren’t actively seeking to understand and dismantle white supremacy. Beckys are good people; they are well meaning and their intentions are everything. Beckys are colorblind and think classism or sexism or fascism or capitalism (or literally any other -ism) but not racism, is the problem we all need to join forces to fight against. Beckys are positive that if we focus on positivity and respectability we shall overcome. Beckys don’t realize the harm they cause. Beckys are white (or white presenting) women who have privilege and implicit bias on their side but refuse to acknowledge it. They participate in maintaining white supremacy and don’t understand or care to unpack how they are complicit in order to affect change.

In short, I can not be friends with white women. Not white women who can’t acknowledge that being colorblind is problematic AF. Not white women who see calling out racism as spreading hate. Not white women who lash out and turn into teenagers spewing insults when I speak my truth and it hurts their feelings because she is set on saying to herself “But I’m a good person!” Not white woman who can’t acknowledge simple concepts like white privilege. Not anymore. Both in real life and online, I can not have friends that are not working on anti-racism from the inside out.

It’s my fault though. I invited you to the cookout too soon. I gave you a pass when you said something subtle, casually, as a “joke.” I was afraid of being seen as angry so I laughed along or stood quiet. My silence earned me validation, earned me “one of the cool ones” status. So I did not guard my space and protect my energy from internalizing your reality. I was naive and didn’t understand but now I know. While I know you may not have been aware of what you were doing, you also did not care enough to want to understand. So don’t call me your best friend if you don’t want me to be whole.

I have escaped the Sunken Place but with people like this in my life, it’s like having one foot still in and constantly fighting off being dragged back down. Not today Satan. I am stronger than your invalidation. I am wiser than your lack of understanding. I am happier than your perception of me when I am fighting for my liberation. “My eyes are open and I cannot and will not force them shut.” I am deliberately grabbing liberation and creating it for myself.

I am

deliberately grabbing liberation

and creating it for myself.

My liberation starts in accepting the truth of my reality and not allowing others to gaslight me into believing there is something wrong with me. I deserve to be whole. I deserve to be comfortable. I’m done swallowing hard and biting my tongue to keep from explaining why what you said wasn’t okay. How that, that thing you just did, is an example of fetishizing, tokenizing, pre-judging, colorism, exceptionalism, tone policing, respectability politics, anti-blackness…the list goes on and on.

I know you don’t want to hear that you are complicit. Guess what? I don’t want to experience (or explain) the harm you are causing in demonizing or dehumanizing people who don’t look like you. Make no mistake, it causes me harm and triple the harm if I say nothing and try to move on. You’re tired. I’m exhausted. I have exhausted my patience, my time, my energy, my love and my acceptance. I have extended my limits of tolerating intolerance and given too many “well meaning”, “good intentions” passes. I’m tapped out. I’m done being silenced and made to feel small. Because I can’t have friends that aren’t on the same page as me; not now, not ever! if I want to be whole. It happened before and it will happen again and if I don’t stand for something, I will fall for anything. I’m done being pushed until I fall off the cliff.

So before you ask me, what happened to Kelly or Jane or Becky? Or why she doesn’t come around anymore, don’t. Before you look at me sideways like I can’t keep a friend, don’t. I chose myself and my sanity over her comfort. That’s what happened. The end.


Deliberately Grabbing Liberation

(Formerly known as “angry, bitchy, black friend”)


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So, I said what I said. #MeToo. Meaning, I too have been sexually harassed and assaulted in my lifetime. Meaning, I too have been harassed in the workplace, namely by white men, in my lifetime. Meaning, I too have been assaulted by a white man or two in my lifetime. Depends what I want to count and what I want to forget. By saying #metoo, I did not say what, where, how or who because I don’t think it is any of your business. I am not here to be your trauma porn. I am not here to expose all my vulnerabilities on demand. I said what I said and I stand with all victims and survivors of traumas that come in all forms.

But lest you forget, I am first and foremost a black woman though, so fuck Rose McGowan and her peak white feminism and fuck #womenboycottTwitter because as Rosa Clemente said last week when it started (paraphrasing) this is peak white privilege to surrender use of a major platform because of your hurt feelings and sensibilities while Black and Indigenous people are using every avenue we have available to us to stop the bleeding. People are dying in Puerto Rico and the US Virgin Island, protests continue in St. Louis, people are dying in Somalia, black lives still don’t matter, indigenous people are still colonized and oppressed.

So no, I won’t boycott Twitter or FB to stand with white women that historically and currently have not stood with me. Instead, I will spend my time using whatever platform I am given to help support, donate, amplify others causes and needs and raise my voice in protest. Because silence is violence and white women continue to wield the power of that violence to bend people and structures to protect and uphold whyte feminism. Whyte feminism is white supremacy. Take your pink pussy hats and shove em…


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I am not your pusher

I am not your whore

I will not stand aside and hold the door

while you climb

and push me to the margins

skip my footnote

ignore my humanity

take the credit and more

I will not sit back and hide my pain

while you continue to

slander my name,

steal my flame

A desire for

equality, equity, fairness

you fake.

My fire, my heart

Our creations, our art

You take.



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Anti-blackness Is

Anti-blackness Is

Anti-blackness is


and ubiquitous

and fatal.

Anti-blackness is a murderer

a liar

a seductress

a poison

a genocide.

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Community Organizing Costs Money

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I’ve started up a Patreon account in case taking on the school department about lunch policies makes me persona non grata going forward. My baby’s not so much a baby anymore which means I need to go back to work or become a creative genius to pay the bills. Since I’ve been tackling anti-racism work in my own life and beyond as a recent escapee from the Sunken Place (…if you haven’t seen Get Out, go watch NOW), I have been asked for my point of view on everything from race to politics by well meaning white folx who wish to understand how we got here. I have a lot to say on these matters that go beyond what I share on my Facebook blog or group, but it takes time to formulate these thoughts into concise statements. And we all know, time is money. So here we are.

Here are some things I will be writing about in prose or poetry form depending on how the mood stikes me:

  • Mental health and black women
  • Physical health and health care
  • Immigrations and assimilation
  • PTSD and PTSS
  • Interracial relationships both romantic and platonic
  • Politics, police state/brutality
  • Intersectional feminism
  • Black Lives Matter and Say Her Name
  • Being black in Amerikkka before and after Obama, Trump, “being woke”
  • Raising children in pre-apocolyptic times
  • Raising biracial children
  • World and current events
  • My past, my present and my future and whatever I feel like because I do what I want!

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Killing Georgina

Killing Georgina

Have you met Georgina?

Georgina is my pain

My guilt

My self hate

My denial

My compromise

I want to kill her

Bury her

Forget her


But I named her,

Looked her in her eyes,

Watched her sink,

Into that place.

Break. Cry, “No no nonono”

She’s stronger than she looks

Proof of indoctrination

It is real

It is effective

I need to “Get Out”

of Defense Mode

Acknowledge it

Sit with it

Hold space




Lather, rinse, repeat. Lather, rinse, repeat. Push forward. Chip away.

Killing Georgina begins today…

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