Rest & Reparations
Labor and constant caretaking unjustly define the existence of so many Black femmes from the day we are born, and the effects of this are so insidious.
I want to dare to dream up a life of pleasure, rest, and thriving.
I do not dream of an ethos of liberation in which Black femmes are expected to suffer and run ourselves into the ground, while everyone around us grows in their wealth as a result of their proximity to us — financial wealth, spiritual wealth, intellectual wealth, and beyond.
I dream of play, rest, delectable softness, and unabashed pampering. I dream of a lifestyle of leisure & care that affords me the space to heal, and to savor the nectars of life that Black femmes are expected to harvest for everyone else. 🌺💕
I dream of a world where we might live more like hummingbirds than mules; treated like divinity and waited on hand and foot, rather than the footstools of the world.
I invite you to support that below.
Labor and constant caretaking unjustly define the existence of so many Black femmes from the day we are born, and the effects of this are so insidious.
I want to dare to dream up a life of pleasure, rest, and thriving.
I do not dream of an ethos of liberation in which Black femmes are expected to suffer and run ourselves into the ground, while everyone around us grows in their wealth as a result of their proximity to us — financial wealth, spiritual wealth, intellectual wealth, and beyond.
I dream of play, rest, delectable softness, and unabashed pampering. I dream of a lifestyle of leisure & care that affords me the space to heal, and to savor the nectars of life that Black femmes are expected to harvest for everyone else. 🌺💕
I dream of a world where we might live more like hummingbirds than mules; treated like divinity and waited on hand and foot, rather than the footstools of the world.
I invite you to support that below.
Labor and constant caretaking unjustly define the existence of so many Black femmes from the day we are born, and the effects of this are so insidious.
I want to dare to dream up a life of pleasure, rest, and thriving.
I do not dream of an ethos of liberation in which Black femmes are expected to suffer and run ourselves into the ground, while everyone around us grows in their wealth as a result of their proximity to us — financial wealth, spiritual wealth, intellectual wealth, and beyond.
I dream of play, rest, delectable softness, and unabashed pampering. I dream of a lifestyle of leisure & care that affords me the space to heal, and to savor the nectars of life that Black femmes are expected to harvest for everyone else. 🌺💕
I dream of a world where we might live more like hummingbirds than mules; treated like divinity and waited on hand and foot, rather than the footstools of the world.
I invite you to support that below.