
Today, something big happened. One of my essays was featured on Essence.com. ESSENCE!
Ok, so, it wasn’t in the magazine, a magazine that I’ve grown up reading and adoring, but it was close (at least to me), and I’ve been amped for about a week waiting for it to get posted.
And today it happened. My essay about raising my son alone while his father is incarcerated hit. This morning I checked the site and my heart nearly beat out of my chest (overacting, I know), and then…I read the comments.
*record scratch*
Did someone just call me pathetic?
Opening myself up on this blog is one thing. We’ve built sort of a public intimacy through our shared dialogue of blogs/comments/tweets. But putting my words on Essence.com and being vulnerable for all the world to see is something else entirely. I didn’t expect everyone to love it, but damn, I didn’t expect so much negativity.
Several comments were positive, but some (a lot?) questioned my parenting, my decision to love in spite of prison, and basically called me desperate. Before I could truly get upset (and there were times I felt like jumping through the computer to argue MY side), I thought about it. People judge what they don’t know or understand.
And so I relaxed and enjoyed the sheer pleasure of being published on a major magazine’s site (still. head.is.blown.).
When I stopped to think about it, the negative comments simply reaffirmed what I have been blogging about all these years. The stigma attached to the family of prisoners can be paralyzing, and quite frankly, unfair. This needs to be said. And I will continue to say it. With over 2 million people in prison and jails, I am not alone, but sometimes the silence is deafening.
I wonder how many people were scared of commenting because they are or have gone through the same thing and didn’t want to be called “pathetic”?
It is for those people that I continue to share my story.
It is for my son that I refuse to accept the idea that I should be ashamed of my life, our family and my choices.
And it is for myself that I will continue to be vulnerable and speak up, even when the easiest thing I can do is to just be quiet.
I will not apologize for my voice.
It is personal.
It is powerful.
And It is necessary.
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When was the last time you spoke up when it was easier to just be quiet?




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