I wrote this on MLK Day—and I didn’t post it.
Not because I was afraid of the message, but because something in my spirit said, “Not yet.”
At the time, everybody was posting quotes and surface-level tributes. And this isn’t something meant to be scrolled past, double-tapped, and forgotten.
This is something you chew on.
Something you digest.
Something that needs to run through your blood, stimulate your mind, and produce action.
So here it is—now.
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As I was sitting in peace, I thought to myself, Black communities everywhere need reunification.
We need to reconnect fast enough to stop killing one another
and start embracing one another.
We have to face the fact that every Black man or Black woman we harm
is a reflection of ourselves—
walking through the same hardships,
oppressed by the same systems,
living in the same poverty,
and trying to get ahead the same way.
We need to put the guns down.
Put the drugs down.
And start picking each other up.
We need to love one another again.
Build our communities again.
Reconnect with our roots and remember who we are.
At some point, we have to wake up and realize
we are living in the same system,
the same predicament,
designed for us many, many moons ago.
The tactics haven’t changed.
And neither has the trap.
They’re still playing the same game—
and too often, we’re still falling for it.
Liquor stores sit on every corner of poor communities.
Poison is always affordable.
But feeding our children somehow isn’t.
That isn’t accidental.
That’s by design.
Accountability has to start within our own communities—
not to shame each other,
not to tear each other down,
but to heal what was broken in us
so, that we can stop passing it on.
Black men must protect Black women—
cover them, guide them, stand with them.
And Black women must pour into Black men—
nurture them, give them peace,
and recognize the struggles and challenges that they face every day and the weight of the world that they carry every time they walk out the door. Because coming home is never promised to them.
We have to stop blindly sending our children
into systems of education
that too often serve as pipelines to prison
instead of pathways to a hopeful future with purpose.
Our children deserve communities of safety—not survival.
Playgrounds, not bodies traced on the ground.
Wisdom—not wounds.
A future where they are protected, valued,
and allowed to just be children.
Fixing the justice system is not enough.
We also have to fix our communities
so, we don’t have to enter that system at all.
Jealousy, envy, and division have to die.
Unity, support, and love have to rise.
We need to help one another grow.
Help one another heal.
Help one another become the person that we have always been, but was stolen from us.
We also need to stop depending on systems
that were never built to save nor preserve us.
Stop waiting on a government
that has shown us—over and over—
that they don’t give a damn about us.
The truth is plain and simple.
The government is not coming to aid and assist us.
So, we must save ourselves.
That means building.
Bartering.
Circulating our resources.
Learning how to trust one another.
And this doesn’t start tomorrow.
It starts with how we speak to each other today.
How we reunite today.
How we choose love over destruction and self-hate.
Most of all,
we have to remember how to love one another. Because liberation begins with us and love is LIBERTION!