I’m over being sold that if I just get my money right all will fall into place and life will be worth living. That if I do capitalism right as a Black woman, I’ll be ok.

I simply wish for happiness and for freedom to be everything I know I am and everything I have yet to become

“Fix your credit score and go to college and invest in real estate and grind grind grind and stack your paper and attach your personhood to career success”

Can’t I just see the ocean everyday and make things that make me happy?

My Black freedom isn’t...wealth...it’s not access. It’s not power. I just want to heal and to aspire to things that are mundane and write words that make intangible things feel real.

Blergh, I’ve had it trying to outrun myself and others.