“Come celebrate with me that everyday something has tried to kill me and has failed.” -Lucille Clifton

I have been contemplating for months if I wanted to continue my annual posts for Black Herstory and Women’s Herstory months. After a seemingly innocent comment made to me earlier, the decision was made for me.

I am reminded about the importance of the conversation of diversity. I think about what makes me uncomfortable. Then I analyze why I am uncomfortable about any given thing and I ask myself many questions. I work to differentiate my true thoughts from external influence, if I may.

Am I forming an opinion of an individual or a group based on someone else’s opinion? Is that opinion warranted? Why or why not? Have I given others a full and fair chance? Have I envisioned going the distance as someone else?

Some others may do this same thing. Some may not. And that’s ok.

Unless I am reborn, I will always be Black and proud. This I love. This does not diminish anyone else from having pride in who they are. I desire the uplifting of all, but my hands can only carry so much. So I am here to always be the best me that I can be.