Roots & Hope
Soulful Reflections on Faith, Healing, and Young Adulting
Category: black
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I am a writer, and my first published piece was a love note to a boy named Antoine*. I saw him and instantly knew that he was the one. I mean he was cute, and that was enough. I never had a class with him or spoke a word to him. He had no idea…
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Life is not passing me by. I am neither solely existing nor a mistake. Rather, I am soulful and irreplaceable. I don’t need every 1st of January and birthday to validate that life is a celebration, that I can still dream. Every day, I get to experience newness and continuity. If only I can perceive…
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My memory can’t always give me the peace of a precise beginning. All I know is that my sadness started somewhere and stayed. From secret sadness to downpour sadness, from sadness with a clear cause to sadness with no perceivable why, I’ve felt them all. Shame bullies me into feeling worse. I am unworthy because…
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Breonna knew about Monday mornings and weekends never long enough. Breonna stood on cold tiled floors to wash her face in bathroom mirrors. Breonna bore Black skin and a Black smile that shone on her proudest days. Breonna was hopeful to heal and love and connect for a living. Breonna was the name she signed on papers and credit…
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