by admin | Thu,Nov,2025 | #CSAM, Child Sex Abuse, Community Healing, Emotions, Healing, Mental Health, Trauma
I. The Price of Witnessing Grief We’ve all seen it — raw, on-screen interviews with survivors of catastrophic events. Moments of unbearable pain turned into public spectacle. What should be dignified reporting often becomes a consumable commodity. This defines the...
by admin | Fri,Dec,2024 | Emotions, Healing, Poetry, Spoken Word
Love What does it look like again?I’ve forgotten And That just breaks a heart againThat heart’s mine not forgotten It just needs a little attention Not forgotten Love it looks like this…It’s self care not the kind That’s just sleep Or feeding yourself But the...
by admin | Wed,Oct,2024 | Black Women, Community Healing, Emotions, Trauma
Dear Jo Today, as I celebrate 14 years of freedom, courage, resilience, and new beginnings, I find myself thinking of you. Coincidentally, while lost and walking, I ended up at the hostel you found for me to stay 14 years ago. You know I don’t believe in coincidences....
by admin | Fri,Sep,2024 | Black Trauma, Black Women, Community Healing, Emotions, Little Ro, Mental Health, Trauma Support
In recent weeks, we have witnessed an overwhelming series of tragedies impacting Black women. From the horrific murder of Takayo Nembhard at Notting Hill Carnival to the brutal killings of Hillary Gardee and Zanele Hlatshwayoin South Africa, who were tragically fed to...
by admin | Thu,Aug,2023 | Black Trauma, Emotions, Poetry, Spoken Word, Trauma
I think of you. I know you barely remember MeBut today, I can tell you: I walk in the streets without fearI love with all my heartI am not afraid of the doorI can sleep without my lights on or without a background noise I think of you. I know you barely remember meBut...
by admin | Fri,Nov,2022 | Emotions, Managing Pain, Poetry, Spoken Word
I was looking at my hand. I have a scar, I don’t remember the pain it caused, but I remember how I got it. It was an adventure. I can’t see the scars on my heart and mind, I can hear them singI remember how they got there. But they don’t stingNot in the slightest. I...
