Alive (But Kinda Dead)

The Sinners Edition

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A few of my favorite things: Pro-Palestinian support, a Black-owned bookstore and beautiful Black people radiating joy with Delroy Lindo.

The last movie I cried at was The Woman King.

The theater was nearly empty. However, there was a man and his adult daughter a few rows ahead. When the house lights came up, I cradled my head and openly wept. I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder, it was the father. “ It’s ok, sister. I know. It’s ok” he said.

The cruelty.

Our magnificence in spite of it.

Another reminder of how deeply violated we’ve been and continue to be.

He opened his arms and I crumpled into them. His daughter put her hands on my back and started to breathe with me until I was calm. Then we shared a hug as if we were cousins and parted ways - no words needed.

I love us.

I recently saw Sinners. Again, I wept.