I am the rainbow. Don't you see how my tail is a collection of all the colors from the sea, land, and sky?

It is shown all throughout history how black women are constantly out here on the front lines, yet we are treated as disposable.We are at the planning tables.We are creating real solutions.We are confronting the police.We are challenging the status quo.We have your backs during protest and outside of protest.But, if y'all don't have us...then who does?

Anything that strayed from the status quo was considered wild. And, she gave no apology. Leading the pack was her calm course of existence...and her freedom.

Are you mermaid or are you fairy? Priam said urging Malia to answer. "That's easy! I'm a Fairy just like my dad. He is awesome! My wings are translucent just like his. " Malia said proudly as she opened her wings. Priam busted out in laughter."Why are you laughing Priam?!" Malia was extremely upset."Malia, you are not a fairy," he said after catching his breath. "Do you see your huge tail? It's like mine and all the rest of us in Lucky.

Maybe it will just be easier for me and everyone else if I just called myself a Mermaid." Malia felt out of place in a world full of mermaids.

What good are those wings if you can't use them to fly?

I just don't like when everyone stares at me. You would think they would stop thinking I'm so weird by now.

All too often we as a Black community allow systemic entities to do character reporting and judgment casting on protests, uprisings, our slain, and family/friends of our slain. This is all an attempt to distract the public from the injustices that got us there in the first place.

For me, being comfortable and unafraid to live in your own authenticity is radical. Revolutionary people don’t have to try so hard to be who they say they are. They exude it and live it effortlessly in their natural state.

You found what makes you special. Don't let anyone take that away from you best friend!