Post- Grad: Almost a Year Later
Sharing yourself with the world isn’t easy. I consider myself to be an “emotional” being that is trying to find a balance between keeping poetry, an entity that helps me feel, helps me understand my location in this world, private yet share it publicly at the same time. I want my work to be medicinal. Yet, in the process of healing and sharing my medicine feels counterproductive at times. I’m giving you all my seeds, but in return who will water me?
I’m just trying to respect and trust my process.
I have no idea where I will end up with this work. But poetry is so emotional for me. Emotional, in the sense that if I don't take my time in my journey with poetry, I’m afraid that I may not want to write anymore. Or return to a period that occurred after graduating where I was unable to write PERIOD. This was due to the confusion and disarray I felt coming back home without a plan or a full-time job. The infamous post-graduate pressure and self-deprecation no one talks about.
Lately, I’ve been performing a lot throughout the city. I recognize how exciting it is to have people reach out to you via social media to honor your work by having you perform at their events. It literally is a blessing! However, how it’s a toss-up out here. You have no idea of the spaces you will bring your sacred work into. I’ve become accustomed to spaces that will not tolerate hate or exclusion. But then there is the moment when you are sitting at an event and someone will blatantly not address ism's in the room. Listen just because a white person didn't some fucked up shit on the mic doesn't mean we should sit idle. We have to hold one another accountable for the ism's present in our communities. This lack of accountability and respect for women especially is what I can’t do! We need to be just as critical of our own community members as we are with others!