I recently returned home from traveling overseas. A moment I cherished because my skin was able to breathe.
I’ve never felt this feeling back home — the ability for my melanin to be free from the confines — the resistance — the bondage — the surveillance — the control — and the fear provided by our American society.
Yet, not even over a week back home, I am reminded of the violence, the invisibility and hypervisibility, and the constraints on my melanin.