Do The Work

A friend of mine broke down in tears because she’s tired. I’m not much of a crier. I was taught from an early age to set boundaries. I’ve learned how to say, “I love you with the love of the Lord … but imma get you up offah me.” I don’t like crowded spaces physically, emotionally or spiritually. So. I don’t give people a lot of space to overburden me.

That being said.

My friend was crying. Because she is tired of nonPOC pressing her to help them process what they are experiencing right now. “How can I be an ally?” is wearing her out.

This was my response to her.

BTW: to anyone that might be contemplating asking me that question, my answer is “Ask Mr. Google.” DO.THE.WORK.

“Stand strong in your conviction that people need to do their own work and not drain you of your strength, your emotional capital, your stamina, your genius, your resilience, your beauty, your determination, your creativity, your compassion, your empathy, your ability to dip into the repository of collective grief and come out inspired so that they can soothe their own newly reformed consciousness for a moment while black trauma is trending. You are too precious for that. And, those who love you know this and will not be offended.”

#QueenOfRunOnSentencesAmI

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