
07/25/2025
“It is what it is… until it’s you.”
I didn’t write this for clicks.
I wrote it because I had to.
After watching that press conference, I felt the rage rise in my chest…
…tight, hot, and familiar. So I did what I always do when I’m on the edge: I wrote. I released.
This piece is part poem, part cry, part mirror. For William McNeal Jr. For Sandra Bland. For Breonna. For every name they try to bury under the algorithm.
Don’t scroll past this one.
🖤 Read. Reflect. Resist.
🕊️ Link 👇🏾