Sometimes, you just need to unplug.
I recently re-watched "Ghost-Like", the season 3 finale of the hit HBO series, Insecure. I wanted to watch something that I had already seen before but didn't have to pay too much attention to while I simultaneously was trying to beat the 1760 level of Candy Crush Saga (yeah, I'm addicted), answer emails, reply to text messages, eat my version of the U.S. Pizza Salad Supreme (I added cucumbers and turkey, and replaced the bacon bits with Flax Seeds), clean up my apartment, and unpack and wash my dirty clothes from a recent trip to my hometown, Little Rock, Arkansas, for a high school classmate's funeral.
As an educated Black woman, military vet, and former executive in the sports and entertainment industry, specifically having worked with two professional football teams, the recent statements made by Chump and the reactions by the NFL have left me completely dumbfounded. I'm really flabbergasted by the dumbfuckery... but I'm honestly not surprised.
Two years ago, I created a video based on a poem I wrote for my unpublished book of poetry, R.I.S.E.
“Dream of an Ancestor’s Nightmare” was birthed out of the anger, distress and frustration I felt when I was glued to various news media outlets via TV and internet as the details unfolded about the Charleston church massacre. I can still remember getting the CNN alert on my phone the night of June 17, 2015 that there had been a shooting at the oldest African Methodist Episcopal Church in the South, Emanuel AME Church.