Post 16: Another short book–but on healing broken

In BOOK ONE, I addressed the raw-nerve pain. But I also told you I was leaving that space. Even though it was far more defeated crawl than bold march forward, it was/is movement. And I’ll take it.

I’ve been working on a series of essays about the mothers, sisters, and other loved ones of Black boys like Michael Brown, John Crawford, Travyon Martin, Darius Simmons, and girls like Renisha McBride.

While I heal from the inside, I feel rage for their Mamas. Women whose journeys toward healing broken may be miles in the making.

Let me start with me, and then work my way toward doing what I can for them. And for us.
 

:: BOOK TWO ::

HOW I’M CRAWLING OUT OF MY FUNK

Chapter 1

A Yasiin Bey interview that showed me a being who decided early to be successful.
And did it without compromising his voice.

Chapter 2

Plenty of Music Therapy via:
Erykah Badu
And Chronixx
And Natalie Stewart
And Bob Marley
And Mark “Buju” Myrie
And Frank Ocean
And Drake, at times

Chapter 3

Interviews with:
Dave Chappelle
James Baldwin
Louise “Miss Lou” Bennett Coverly
Pearl Cleage

Chapter 4

A painting I watched Kingman complete.
Because it meant he wasn’t quite as detached from his dreams as I was fast-becoming.

Chapter 5

Watching Jon “Bones” Jones in mastery of his craft via his highlight reel.

Chapter 6

Kettle Brand’s Sea Salt & Vinegar chips.

Chapter 7

Emails and text messages to schedule check-in chats,
and written commitments to being here for me. From you.
((Thank you!))

Chapter 8

And I am remembering to write.
But not just to write.
To write myself out of the raw nerve spaces,
so that I do not drown.
 
And the more I crawl toward writing,
the more the dark spots begin to spread.
The more my melanin works its magic,
and heals me through words and wailing.

Chapter 9

I am beginning to remember that the fog is the funnel.
The funnel that helps me remember that I am not only loved,
I am love.
 
And love is my only real super-power.
Not strength, not courage, not even curiosity;
Love. And I know how to be and receive that.