I don’t even know how to say this softly, so I won’t.

I’m mad.

I’m soul tired, angry with how our people keep getting played and how we keep letting it happen. I’m side-eyeing every single Black person who didn’t vote because they thought their one voice didn’t matter. I’m furious at the ones who voted strictly because they thought they were getting a damn check. Like we’re owed crumbs and should be grateful. A check, y’all? Be fucking forreal.

This isn’t a game. This isn’t a social media stunt. This is our lives. Our kids’ lives. Our legacy. Our land, our health, our safety, our businesses, everything is on the line. And we still got people treating voting like it’s a damn scratch-off ticket.

Let me say this slow for the ones in the back: Black women are the most educated demographic in this country. And yet… we’re the most unemployed. How that make sense? You think that’s just some random glitch in the system? Nah, it’s by design. This country will keep sucking the genius and resilience out of us while boxing us out of power unless we wake up and realize they don’t want us to win!

And the worst part? Some of y’all are helping them. Sitting out elections. Arguing over who’s “the lesser evil” instead of organizing, demanding policy, building power blocks, and voting in every election, not just the one where the President is on the ballot. Local judges. Sheriffs. School boards. City council. The people who shape your everyday life. They count too.

But even with all that, even with the nonsense and the betrayal and the fatigue that’s thicker than molasses… I still got hope.

Because I know my sisters. I know our hearts, our hustle, and our spiritual backbone. I know that Black women? We may get knocked down, but we don’t stay down. Even when our backs are up against a wall and our edges are sweating from holding everybody else together, we still praying, still showing up, still dreaming.

So let me say this to every Black woman reading this:
You are not crazy.
You are not alone.
And this is not the end.

This black mirror episode we’re living in? It’s glitching. It’s cracking. The light is peeking through, I promise you that. But we gotta stay woke, stay organized, and stay prayed up. Keep manifesting. This fight is spiritual and political and economic all at once. You can’t afford to sit this one out, sis.

We are the strategy. We are the seed. We are the ones we’ve been waiting on.

So, move like it.
Vote like it.
Build like it.

Xoxo, Drea