Complex Naimah Thomas
Appreciate my Blackness. Appreciate my complex. Intergenerational trauma. Appreciate my tenacity to thrive, given very little sustenance. Permission to exist in a space. Space free, of the White gaze. Free of self-doubt. Shaped by patriarchy. Shaped by white supremacy. Why DO I NEED PERMISSION??? Grieve… I Continuously yell BLACK LIVES MATTER! In this echo chamber created by your white fragility. Why must you feel the need to ALWAYS speak?! If you would have never stolen land, stolen me… Looted everything…capitalism…patriarchy…your wealth…your health… Has all been built on the backs of people you continue to oppress… The people you villainize… The People… We are the People!
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