Narrative

black. Black. BLACK.

black. Black. BLACK.

At some point in my life, I experienced a…shift. There was an undercurrent. Perhaps that’s the best way to describe it. There was a shift in my behavior and ideology that was so slight, so gradual that it was able to fly under my radar. I found myself feeling a lot more self-conscious in certain situations. I felt more insecure around certain groups of people. It felt like a loss of control.

My Blackness

My Blackness

These experiences and realities play micro roles in a much larger picture. A picture without borders. A picture with diverging lines. A picture with multiple viewpoints. A picture whose objects are linked by one idea- black identity.