Full disclaimer. This isn’t your usual post on style. But no apologies from me for speaking from my heart. 🖤

“I’m quiet because my heart is heavy.”

As I sat in a zoom meeting discussing race, racism and social injustices in education, I found myself quiet. I couldn’t talk—I just didn’t have it in me. Again, I was the only person of color in my small group and I knew everyone was waiting, with bated breath, for me to speak. I felt guilty but then again, isn’t rest also resistance? I finally spoke, telling them my heart was heavy as the tears began to flow—the tears for my community, for my father, brother, husband, uncles, nephews, my son—my entire family, women included. I was frustrated, angry and hurting, and TIRED but often we don’t get a chance to rest and even in the tears, I continued to advocate for those who look like me. Advocating for reflection regarding unconscious biases, more education for parents and professionals on diversity, and supporting us and our children in education.

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