Coming to the realization that fighting for what is deeply right is an all encompassing journey and it can invigorate you with hope.
I Have Lived the Fight
I learned about fighting for what is right in a difficult way over these past few years than I had ever learned it before. As a black woman faced with layers of society's assumptions, I have a history of demeaning acts of injustice against me for doing the next right thing, and an unprecedented strength to overcome them. I know who I am. A lover. A fighter. A believer. And an accidental activist at 18 years old.
Not many know, care or even want to understand my story. Stories of black lives need to be told. From growing up as a rural southern girl to sitting in my Dad's office next door to 45's tower in his coveted corner NYC window office space, I've seen it all. And I resolved to change the inequity I witnessed throughout my lifetime. .
Present in your Purpose is Love
As a teenager displaced from her grandmother's home by my parents to live with them as I entered middle school, I was without them most of the time once I arrived because of their careers. They were on the trajectory that they dreamt of. I vowed that when I became a parent that I would delve into love, not coins. It was a struggle because I wanted my child to be happy and during most of her life and so far, I have given her that. That is love. Presence is love. I did my best to provide and to be present. I was not perfect, and it was difficult.
My daughter learned of my activism and resilience in spurts throughout the years. Most of which she was likely unaware of because of my consistency in her life while pursuing my life's purpose, which has now influenced hers.
She knows that she is powerful. She is unapologetic in her blackness and loves her mama. For that, I am proud.