I may start sharing some of my ongoing process of how I’m wrestling with the subject and issue of race in the US. Today’s thoughts: Re: Pain SURFACE: I don’t think we understand pain...not in the level that pain has been dished out to the African American community for centuries. We are not wired to understand that kind of pain. Is that why we can’t wrap our minds around the state of the majority of Black communities today? We often talk about the violence, the fatherlessness, the poverty...but rarely do I hear us talk about the pain that has a name: trauma. QUESTIONING: what if that was a key? What if fixing every broken system wasn’t the only work needing to be done? For when the system is fixed, what about the broken soul? The skeptical mind? The confused spirit? The anxious heart? VULNERABLE: I sometimes feel people don’t care about the pain my community shows symptoms of having. Even from white people I’m close with, and even some black people...they tire too easily in conversations, say they are sick of hearing about slavery, blame the state of black America on black America as if we chose the path that leads to destruction for ourselves. And if I were to say that in a conversation, then I’d be accused of having a “victim mentality.” The truth is, I do not want to operate out of powerlessness, but I believe we should acknowledge victimization...for how can victims heal if they are in denial of ever being wounded as a victim? We are in need of a healing. A gaping wound that has bled out our identity, our stability, our sense of worth. Some have found their way out of the rut...but we as a people have not entered into this Promised Land. We are powerful Wounded and limping Towards our victory. On our journey Towards justice, Let us not forget Our healing. For this too Is our portion This too Is our process This too Is our promise. We are not one Until we are whole. #raceinAmerica #racialunity #racialhealing #racialjustice #tinashalarayepoetry https://www.instagram.com/p/B26A0p9n5TF/?igshid=e2c9zyjykuy