A Month in Memoriam: Day 21
It’s hard to believe that this is the last week of A Month in Memoriam.
Part social experiment, spiritual journey and personal test of will, the past few weeks have truly been a release that I am incredibly grateful for.
I’ve been able to let go some of the grief I’ve been harboring, confess my misspelling mishap, explain a bit of my creative process and share moments that I will never forget, much in part because they’re recorded here through these posts.
An usher at church told me that my shirt was “cute”.
I smiled politely yet somewhat forcibly.
Did she actually take the time to read the names?
I wondered if folks were silently judging me for wearing a t-shirt to church.
I’d ran out of women’s cut tees to wear tuck into shirts so I had to improvise.
Later, I went to a Bryson Tiller concert, still wearing the same shirt (I literally do not take ’em off y’all!), just with some chill pants.
There was no “getting cute” for the occasion, I just came as I am —
Black and proud.