for me, black love means choosing to hold your heart and life open. i think a lot of the time, especially for black people who face microaggressions day in and day out, it can be hard to stay vulnerable in a world that is specifically designed to wear you down. when i love my people, and allow them to keep me soft and gentle, i am living a revolutionary life. we can grow together, laugh together, cry together, heal together etc. when i think back to the times i’ve felt most free and at home, both in my body and in this world, it’s always been in a room full of black people who are dedicated to loving each other and letting each other just be. i think holding that space for yourself and others is the start and end of any revolution.
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