This was deeply felt. The way you laid bare the spiritual weight of being the only Black body in a white space for hours, days, months is something far too many of us are expected to endure in silence. You naming it out loud isn’t just cathartic, it’s an act of resistance.
The mimicry, the dismissal, the anti-Black gaslighting, you described all of it with a clarity that can’t be debated. It’s historical. It’s systemic. It’s daily. And it wears on the spirit.
What struck me most was how you captured the loneliness of being pro-Black in an anti-Black environment, when your voice is strong but your circle feels empty. That kind of isolation doesn’t just bruise, it breaks. And still, you write through it. You speak through it. You survive through it.
I also see the toll it takes when your love for Blackness and need for connection have nowhere to land, especially when community feels absent.
Keep telling your truth. Not for applause but for liberation. For your own becoming. Even when you’re tired. Even when you feel alone. What you wrote matters. You matter. And your voice has power, even when the world refuses to listen. Amazing job sister Aura ✊🏾.
No more silence. It is a very surreal thing to be in white spaces and experiencing the underlying anti Blackness. It's actually baffling. It's like yelling into a void when trying to be pro black in that environment. It's very lonely. Thank you thank you thank you
This was deeply felt. The way you laid bare the spiritual weight of being the only Black body in a white space for hours, days, months is something far too many of us are expected to endure in silence. You naming it out loud isn’t just cathartic, it’s an act of resistance.
The mimicry, the dismissal, the anti-Black gaslighting, you described all of it with a clarity that can’t be debated. It’s historical. It’s systemic. It’s daily. And it wears on the spirit.
What struck me most was how you captured the loneliness of being pro-Black in an anti-Black environment, when your voice is strong but your circle feels empty. That kind of isolation doesn’t just bruise, it breaks. And still, you write through it. You speak through it. You survive through it.
I also see the toll it takes when your love for Blackness and need for connection have nowhere to land, especially when community feels absent.
Keep telling your truth. Not for applause but for liberation. For your own becoming. Even when you’re tired. Even when you feel alone. What you wrote matters. You matter. And your voice has power, even when the world refuses to listen. Amazing job sister Aura ✊🏾.
With Love & Respect.
No more silence. It is a very surreal thing to be in white spaces and experiencing the underlying anti Blackness. It's actually baffling. It's like yelling into a void when trying to be pro black in that environment. It's very lonely. Thank you thank you thank you