Get Down with the Get Down!

Last week, I saw this picture in my Facebook timeline and laughed so hard, shared it, and said, "Yes." In my mind, I was thinking, this is the kind of brother I need, the kind of friends I need to be associated with. From beginning my natural hair journey (officially relaxer-free now after a year of transitioning!) to doing my own research on my people, I have taken on a new meaning of what it means to be a young, Black woman. There's a revolution coming y'all; whether you're ready or not, it's coming. And I will be at the forefront with my other brothers and sisters, fro'ed out, my melanin just glistening, and my Black power fist in the air. I'm so ready!

I said that I was taking some kind of hiatus from my writing because I really wanted to refocus my energy; however, due to some recent personal circumstances, my writing has once again become a source I pour my heart out to, and I've been writing my usual sad, gut-wrenching, tear-jerkers (I don't know if any of you experience all of these emotions, but I sure do, hmm!) I wanted to refocus my energy because I haven't written anything about what's been going on in the Black community. So many different things have happened in the last month, and each time I wanted to say something. But honestly, I haven't found the words.

But Jada you're a writer!

Ironic, isn't it? 

I have watched a lot of spoken word videos and so many people have expressed their feelings in such beautiful and profound ways. Language is powerful y'all, it really is. When I was ten years old, my teacher made me read The Secret Garden, and I give credit to this book and Frances Hodgson Burnett for me wanting to be a writer. I wondered how she was able to write the way she did. I'm my ten-year-old self again: how can I write about these events the way they did? I share my opinions so much on Facebook and Twitter on these topics, and now I just want to mold them into my poetry.

To each his own. I'm still trying to find my own voice when I write. 

Fret not; I am working on something. I have to address my new-found appreciation for my Blackness.

Are you down, my brotha? My sista? You betta get with it, chile!