Finding My Black Voice

When I found out about the slave trades in Libya, besides all the other relative emotions I felt at the time, the non-emotion of silence filled me up more. I recanted and shared images, reports, other people’s talking points, but I had none. A whole week had lapsed and finally, I knew what I wanted to say. ‘This was wrong’, ‘this shouldn’t be happening’, but I wanted my words to be more powerful, enough to evoke a response that enabled movement, that would then…