If I had eased my own fears the way that I eased yours, I would not have been afraid to be alone. If I had built myself up the way that I did you, I would have built a happier home. If I had listened to my heart the way I listened to yours, I would have heard its painful call. If I had loved myself as much as I loved you, I would have never loved you at all.
On September 23, 2017 at 2 p.m., I got the words, “Decolonize that mind,” tattooed below my heart and across my ribs. My mother freaked out when I told her, and my father went completely silent over the phone. Then I shared the meaning behind my decision with them, and it eased both their minds. During a visit to York in the UK, I came across a Jamaican bar that had words like Ubuntu, black love and black power posted all over its walls. It was powerful. Later that night, I posted a photo of that wall to my Instagram page with a caption that read, “Decolonize that mind, babe.…