Is a hard-hitting commentary on the contradictions of America’s political landscape. It explores how marginalized communities are repeatedly betrayed by calls for “unity” and “peace” that ignore the systemic injustices and violence they endure. This blog delves into the failures of both political parties to protect vulnerable populations, the performative nature of civility, and the urgent need for genuine accountability and change. It’s a bold, unapologetic examination of the gap between political rhetoric and the lived realities of the oppressed.

Let’s be real: the loudest voices calling for "unity" now are often the same ones who, for years, played a heavy hand in fracturing our community. They sowed division when it suited them, rebranded when the damage became too visible, and ignored the voices demanding real progress. But now that the ground is shifting and people are waking up, they reach for “togetherness” as a shield.

We’ve seen this rebranding act before. Unity isn’t just a word to slap on when convenient; it’s a commitment to showing up, building trust, and making sacrifices. Real community stays through the hardest times, working through the pain without discarding anyone. So they can keep their kumbaya call—we’re building something stronger and realer, rooted in resilience and truth.

It’s time to focus on us. We’re done bending to a system that has no intention of ever lifting us. We must educate ourselves, build power in our own circles, and ensure our resources flow through us, by us. Together, we will resist—not just through protest but by creating, healing, and lifting each other up in ways that have always defined us.

Black women understand the realities of America. When crises hit, our communities feel the impact first and hardest. We know that if we don’t protect ourselves, no one else will. These resources provide pathways for Black women to learn, organize, and build sustainable systems for resilience.

In a world quick to judge and slow to understand, reclaiming one’s power often means letting go of expectations, judgments, and the weight of others’ opinions. As a Black, trans, and queer woman, I’ve navigated countless challenges and misunderstandings, learning that freedom comes not from holding on, but from releasing what no longer serves me. Recently, a powerful moment in “Agatha All Along” resonated deeply: “You hold nothing.” Those words broke something open within me, reminding me that true strength lies in letting go of the burdens that hold us back, making space for the freedom to be wholly, unapologetically myself.

LGBTQ+ spaces were built out of necessity—a response to rejection and a need for survival. But survival-mode doesn’t automatically create loyalty. This post explores the difference between survival and loyalty, the competitive behaviors that emerge when people conflate the two, and the toxic dynamics that can arise when survival mindsets persist. By focusing on trust, transparency, and accountability, queer spaces can evolve into communities that foster genuine loyalty, where respect, mutual support, and healing replace guardedness and rivalry. This shift is crucial for transforming LGBTQ+ spaces from refuges to true, lasting communities.

I built an organization from the ground up, pouring my life, blood, and sleepless nights into making it a success, only to have it stripped from me by a white woman I thought I could trust. She leveraged her privilege, gathering every tool to discredit me, and used my own accomplishments to elevate herself, leaving my name in ruins. This experience painfully echoes the pattern of white women who, seeing Black women in power, choose to tear us down. It's a reminder of the silent envy, betrayal, and power plays we often face in spaces where we’ve fought to belong.

Reflecting on my journey of self-healing, personal growth, and disillusionment with the social justice and community work I once dedicated myself to. I express the deep pain of being used, overlooked, and abandoned by those I thought were allies, while also reclaiming my narrative as a Black, trans woman. The post touches on themes of setting boundaries, breaking free from toxic spaces, and finding new purpose in mental health work, as I pursue my degree in psychology and prepare for medical school. It’s a raw, honest reflection on trust, love, and healing.