Genocide. There is nowhere to go. We are helpless because those who hold power sit idly by and witness the annihilation of my people. They held us captive, stripped us of basic dignity and humanity and then heckled us when we did not know how to behave as dignified humans. They treated us with disdain and hate and then judged us when disdain and hate were what we knew. They separated us from themselves and then laughed at us when being separate was where we found comfort. I mourn for my people and for this place that is the only home I know. Relegated to exist in a world where I am not wanted, but having no other home, I wander aimlessly without a clue as to where to go from here. My tears can only be dried by things otherworldly, because here, there is no peace to be found for my soul.

P.S. I’m so tired of being told to pray as the SOLE response to violence and wrongs perpetrated against my people. We’ve been praying since before Harriet Tubman. God hasn’t answered to tell us what to do yet?! He has. People have just convinced themselves it wasn’t God speaking or that it “won’t work.” If I don’t mix up batter after adding ingredients..if I don’t place the pans in a hot oven…if the fire isn’t given an opportunity to change the very constitution of the mixture so that it comes together and takes a solid form.. there will be no cake. I want cake.