it's going to be 3 years in April since I call USA home and its been a journey of many firsts, but one thing for sure is its explored and expounded on my idea of identity ,belonging and community.
I have been so fortunate to learn so much about myself , society and history. because now I am not just any guy. I am a black man ( among other things ) not that I wasn't one before, but it wasn't an area of discussion.not until i moved. on my many discoveries I quickly had to learn that Black joy must be front and centre of black history. because why is it that when we speak of the black experience its always the injustices the black community faces. How about the amazing record education levels of black women or the everlasting impact black folk have on music, fashion and dance all through the world.I have since refused to be a vessel of such sorrow. as we continue to acknowledge the resilience of those before us I will dwell in their success and triumph, and this, I found out , I don't even have to do much. by showing up to my job. Dressed in my polished moccasins , that alone is a sign of triumph . for there was a time where people like me where not given opportunity to exercise the duties I casually do on a daily. When I show up to school, I remember to enjoy it. the idea of knowing alone is fascinating to me but that we had to remind the world that we belonged there.....
" when even just your existence is resistance "




