I am angry and I an still okay


There is a collective pain among people of color that has 
been denied, mislabeled or unacknowledged. The pain of our 
collective past, the pain of our parents, the pain we 
experienced as children, the pain we create for one another. 
Regardless of the source or the age of the wounds, our pain 
is the source of our anger. Yet we are taught it is not "nice" 
to be anger. We are discouraged from voicing or acting out 
on what we feel. We come up with cute little names for the 
things we do to deny that we are angry. When we fail to 
acknowledge anger, it quickly becomes depression and the 
weight makes it difficult to move forward. It robs us of 
our dreams. It steals precious hours, days and years. 
Depression may be labeled laziness, confusion, ignorance or 
just the way we are. Very often these labels make us angry. 
The only way to end the cycle and get off the roller coaster
of denied emotions is to admit that we are angry and go 
within to find the remedy.


Depression is anger that you turn on yourself.