I could spend a lot of words about how angry the past 3 weeks made me politically. The reality is that doesn’t matter. I can be angry but it changes nothing. Right now, on this new Monday the goal is unchanged, prevent DJT from getting re-elected.

The candidate has changed, and being realistic it might change again. Biden’s endorsement is not law and the DNC hasn’t had a convention and coronated a nominee. As I type, it looks like it will be Kamala, but until she is that is possibly in doubt.

For me? It terrifies me but my fear doesn’t run the world. I don’t doubt her ability to do the job. I know she can. I don’t doubt her ability to withstand the grueling election cycle. I know that she can. This woman shares my born day, I know damn well what she can do. I am low key excited for others to see what she can do.

What worries me is I have to trust non Black people to reject white supremacy. I have to trust Black men to fall in line. I have to watch Black women pick up beyond their weight class and carry more than we should….again. Fucking exhausting man.

I appreciate that Biden chose to leave and when leaving make it clear he rode with that Black woman. Biden and his old ass understood the assignment. I have questions why a day later I still don’t see Barry fully endorsing her but imma let that sit for a moment. I don’t want to face that knowledge yet and have to say that which is on my mind.

It feels like the finish line got further but the reality is that it did not. The day is the day, the goal is the goal.

I am pollyanna in that if/when we pull this off and cross her over to swearing in on January 20 2025 it is a new day for Black women and boy could we use some of that right now.

I am low key excited for the United States if we also figure out how to give her a Democratic House and Senate.

I am not going to hold the anger close but I also ain’t letting it go.

The North Philly girl with Kamala Harris’ birthday remembers