Sarah Speaks It

It's a sad world when we have talk to our children about how to act if they are pulled over or stopped by the police. It is not just our black sons, but daughter's that need to understand this concept as well. I am a biracial woman raising two black young ladies and I fear for the world they are walking in. They will be looked at differently than my white friends children. They may be fair skinned, but there is no denying they are black. All parents fear for their children, but in many different ways. We all worry about the safety of our children as they climb a tree, or try a new stunt, or walk to school. Black parents, we fear that each time our babies leave our presence, they may never return. In fact, we fear that even in our homes we are not safe.  It seems that every day there's a new video of a black person dying at the hands of what should be trusted public servants. Yes, all people make mistakes but it is hard to believe these are all coincidence or mistakes. Wh

So many emotions flowing Nothing but time  Gives way to thought You can no longer ignore your reflection As the mirror follows you It is quiet yet strong Powerfully moving Retrospect is everything The same question keeps coming What do you want? I still can’t find the words I can, however, point the finger Directly at what I do not want I owe it to myself not to settle Not to build you up But join you in a kingdom How is entrance granted Simply get on my level Meet my hustle Match my ambition No victimization Rather, find victory Strength and poise Not anger and hostility No longer can I ignore the flags Crimson Red Blinded by my wants Not guided by my needs I’m moving differently I’m moving solo Setting myself free Quarantine has been good to me I’ve learned so much Setting myself free From old bonds Bad soul ties Free from the thoughts inside of me