I had a caption. I wrote it out. It was vulnerable & open. It was honest. Its purpose was to give you peace & hope through whatever you're going through. To help to ease your mind & your pain. A reminder that you are not alone.
I was just about to share it, then accidentally deleted it. I hope I'm not the only one that goes through this. I immediately felt my heart beat fasten & my blood pressure rise. I was so pissed for a second, but then I felt a little bit of ease. I realized that maybe it was something that wasn't meant to be shared. It was something that only I needed to read. A reminder for myself. It was for me :) And that maybe, just my online presence, my daily words of encouragement and peace, & my comforting heart were enough.
#TrustBlackWomen#ListenToBlackWomen#WeAreMagic#Alabama🖤 "Perman Hardy was one of thousands of African-Americans who toiled on white men’s land in Alabama over the years. She picked cotton after school as a child. In the years since, she finished her education and has worked as an in-home care nurse. However, her most lasting legacy is the time she has spent getting voters to the polls. The 59-year-old woman has dedicated over two decades to trying to get every single voter in Lowndes County to the polls. Her county boasts 10,458 residents, most of whom are people of color. It’s been struck with what Hardy calls “an epidemic poverty” and that’s why she believes it’s so important for people to vote, AL.com reported. “That’s my goal is to make sure everyone votes. That’s always been my goal. This is what I do every election,” Hardy said via Alabama publication AL.Com