Can you imagine the feeling of freedom?
Like being free?
That's what it feels like to know what my goal is in this lifetime: To tell stories.
Telling stories is a #blackass tradition stretching as far back as Khemet and Queen Nzinga.
Telling stories is how we survive, how we connect, and how we thrive.
My first expression was in a 99 cent store diary. Telling those rosy pink pages who was my newest crush.
Since then, all I've ever done is write, and read, and write, and read some more.
I have centered survival so profoundly that I burst with stories from 1998 I never got to tell!
From poems, I wrote but have only seen the inside of dusty boxes.
I cannot explain the freedom and the honor it feels to slip into the same tradition as Maya Angelou, Octavia Butler, and others.
It feels like a shoe that was tailored just for me.
Like the first bite of ripe mango on a hot summer day.
It's like hearing my ancestors sing in harmony. In bittersweetness.
I give honor to my late grandmother Almeta, who seems to be right next to me...pushing my pen.
- Cris
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