prose – Oakland Sister Circle

Praying that someone, somewhere, would call him out and change things.

Trauma in the movement: One day I looked in the mirror and couldn’t recognize myself anymore.

Violence is everywhere and I have experienced it in some of the worst ways. This is my journey and I am committed to liberation.

I kept drawing lines until there was no one left in my camp to fight for.

Relationships are very much like buying a used car.