As my friends and family know, I clown around a lot on my personal IG. Honestly, I do it because the rest of my life - my work, my studies, my very existence as Black woman - is so incredibly heavy at times. I don’t think many of the people in my life can even grasp what it 1/ 
feels like to walk around in this world in skin that is not white.
I love my life and the people in it. I truly do. But I don’t share with most the microaggressions I encounter on a fairly regular basis bc I feel exhausted by the burden of having to constantly teach about 2/
I love my life and the people in it. I truly do. But I don’t share with most the microaggressions I encounter on a fairly regular basis bc I feel exhausted by the burden of having to constantly teach about 2/
equity and privilege in both my professional and personal life. It’s not that I don’t want to help them learn when their hearts are genuinely open to it. It’s that I sometimes just need to pretend that the world is not as ugly as it is in order to survive in it. Tonight, we 3/
collectively as BIPOC find ourselves using the same old hashtags about #Karen and #icantbreathe yet again. To borrow from James Baldwin, to be Black, Indigenous or a person of colour in this world and to be relatively conscious is to be in a rage almost all the time. 4/4
