A Message from the Heart

I’ve been sitting with so many emotions lately—grief, compassion, frustration, and love—for all that’s happening in our world right now. My heart is with every family facing deportation, displacement, and the violence of injustice. I believe in the liberation of all people—Black, Brown, Indigenous, immigrant, queer, trans, poor. We belong to one human family.

But I also want to speak truth with tenderness:

As a Black woman, I carry the ancestral memory of what happens when we take to the streets. I know that protest for us can often come with deep consequences—violence, arrests, and sometimes, death. While others may march with outrage, we march with targets on our backs. The cost of being visible and vocal can be deadly.

So when people ask, “Why aren’t Black folks out protesting for others?”—please understand:
It’s not because we don’t care. It’s because many of us are still bleeding, still healing, still mourning. And we’re protecting the little peace we have left.

I support all communities. I pray for every family caught in the storm. But support does not always look like taking to the streets. It can be spiritual, it can be financial, it can be through storytelling, through prayer, through love. It can be in the quiet ways we hold space and protect our own.

To my Black family: You don’t have to prove your humanity by sacrificing your peace, safety, or freedom. Your love and support are enough. Your boundaries are respected.

To my allies, cousins, and siblings in struggle: Let’s build solidarity that doesn’t demand suffering to feel real. Let’s rise together in truth, not guilt. In love, not performance.

I believe in a liberation that does not ask us to die to prove we care. I believe in a revolution that protects the healers, the tired, and the still-recovering.

With love, always—
🖤

The Self-Love Goddess Chic