queensugardaily:

kofisiriboe as a kid, i always believed my mom thought i was passive because i didn’t seem passionate about anything—i suppose, years later, she still may think i’m passive—perhaps, true. as a shy kid, i spent most days scavenging my mind for a justified substitute to reality. i found peace in a place where i could be nothing; or anything. in retrospect, i realized, i never came to terms with the concept of having to be somebody—having to do something in this world—i didn’t realize i lived in a society where race and gender was integrated into identity the way career and success was. i didn’t realize i lived in America. “you can’t really see this country until you leave this country.” some days are blissful and some days nothing seems sufficient; not even God, Himself. i dream of alternate universes where people actually love each other; universes where we love ourselves. in today’s world, our understanding of mental health is vital as a species. therapy should be free for students and gang members and broken families and everybody. schools should establish the realities of being born into a society designed to disconnect us from our simple, so very, delicate, truths; particularly, us, Black people. it’s critical that our elders share archetypes and resources assisting younger generations, galvanized, navigating the vast and temporal terrains of the information age. i suppose in a world that perpetuates hate, we take the initiative to, unapologetically, put love on a pedestal. jump is a safe space i’d like to share with anybody who knows what it feels like to feel anything; or everything. this space wouldn’t be possible without my generous cast & crew; thank you—thank you all for loving me with such open hearts, always; your endless support is thoroughly endeared. iiight, nuff w/ the sappy shit. click that link in my bio to WATCH! JUMP! NOW! [vk] k.s. [WATCH JUMP HERE]