For reference I’m going to talk about this essay of mine that is up at Nailed Magazine right now. It’s small and intense so go ahead and read it.
I wrote the above essay a few weeks ago in the middle of having fallen down a hole reading about Black victims of various crimes.
As difficult as I find writing the tear your heart out shit, sometimes it just happens. What’s on my mind right now is the fact that I felt such a strong need to write that. Also that as opposed to say five years ago, I would have maybe submitted it somewhere obscure gotten rejected and tucked it away.
Not because of the subject matter but because that is my fucking heart right there.
I bled to say that.
I cried and shat myself stupid.
It hurt while I was writing it, it hurt to edit it it hurt to get it ready for submission.
Today I’m pretty okay. I am proud of my work. I am happy to share my heart, bleeding and raw with the world.
But y’all, this shit right here is hard as fuck.
It really is.
Thanks for reading.