Parenthood is the ultimate mirror. My kids talked about the comic book they’re writing and illustrating for 90 minutes nonstop last night and it wasn’t until they got to minute 86 I thought “HOOOOOOO, THIS IS WHST I SOUND LIKE TO OTHER PEOPLE!!” #BlackWriters

I saw this and it has consumed my day. Cyndi Lauper and Lil Kim mashing up Time After Time and Lighters Up youtu.be/7oYgkre86Hw?...

We need to highlight Black people who have suffered loss during these LA fires. Please please share this "Displaced Black Families" document and donate if you can!!!!!

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In my little delulu fantasy world, luther is a duet between the 92% and the 80% #gnx #addtoblacksky

I’m finally getting this. Even with a book I wrote four years ago, I’m realizing I just wrote 5 first drafts of it.

My holiday cooking ritual: tequila sunrise and a bowl of grits, consumed slowly while stirring and slicing.

The caramel cake and lemon cake are done. The turkey wings are seasoned and dry brining in the fridge. The greens are washed. The kiddos are falling asleep next to me as we watch Maya Angelo reciting poetry. I am more than thankful.

Ok, #BlackWriters, (slowly takes off glasses to punctuate the moment) can we talk about how GNX is a writers album? Storytelling in reincarnated!? Gloria? GLORIA!?

High Off the Hog is my favorite docu-series to date and Dr. Jessica Harris said something that cemented why we’re pulled to have meals together to highlight events in life, good or bad. She’s said “Ceremony is punctuation that rhythms and rhymes and defines our lives”. #addtoblacksky

In Brooklyn there is even a music room where people record their music. Worth its weight in gold.

Focusing and redirecting my energy. The inspirational Georgia Douglas Johnson, poet of the Harlem Renaissance and leader of the 1920s New Negro Movement lit the way. If you want to read about it, here it is!
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"Armageddon" By Georgia Douglas Johnson(1925)
In the silence and the dark
I fought with dragons:
I was battered, beaten, sore,
But rose again.
On my knees I fought, still rising,
Dull with pain!
In the dark I fought with dragon –
Foolish tears! Cease your flowing!
Can’t you see the dawn appears?

"Motherhood" Georgia Douglas Johnson (1922)
Don’t knock on my door, little child,
I cannot let you in;
You know not what a world this is
Of cruelty and sin.
Wait in the still eternity
Until I come to you.
The world is cruel, cruel, child,
I cannot let you through. 1/2

Old Black Men
They have dreamed as young men dream
Of glory, love and power;
They have hoped as youth will hope
Of life’s sun-minted hour.
They have seen as others saw
Their bubbles burst in air,
And they have learned to live it down
As though they did not care.

"The Ordeal"
Ho: my brother,
Pass me not by so scornfully;
I’m doing this living of being Black,
Perhaps I bear your own life-pack,
And heavy, heavy is the load
That bends my body to the road.
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Georgia Douglas Johnson was a Black woman poet of the Harlem Renaissance. hate that so much of what she wrote resonates today, but it’s also kind of a whisper from the ancestors right now. I started sharing some of her work on another app and figured I should do so here as well.

Happy to join this place! I’m a writer of historical fiction through a womanist lens and excited to connect with other writers.