Black background brings out the painted signs on the concrete
Preschool mentality called the color of a crayon the color of a human being
Then colored the concrete with red blood from black bodies
Limited perspective can’t see past the binary
Created on a spectrum
Social constructs won’t define we
Teach us to love ourselves beyond our intersectionality
To push past red tape and glass ceilings
Freedom lives in our soul, fuck the hands of the elite
by Nafisa Abulhasan
Entry No 3. of the the “Solidarity Story” is author and our dear friend Nafisa Abulhasan. She shares a piece of work she created about ‘Black’ as a term used to define origin and a bit on her story!
NAFISA TELL US ABOUT YOURSELF.
I was born and raised in New York. I have weathered many storms in my life. The pages of my journals tell the stories of my internal challenges. I am an aspiring author and my work is a testament to my lived experience as a black woman facing oppression and the many burdens black women face. I share my story to inspire others to heal from their traumas. My Mission as an author is to invoke a deeper thought into our internal worlds by being raw and authentic to my personal story.
I’m passionate about building community, specifically building up young people. I remember what it was like to be a young person with the weight of the world on my chest and no one to help me unload it. I aim to be someone a young person can share with, trust and be inspired by.