I Tried to Make a Home Out of You
Dreaming with a Broken Reality Three years ago I had a very intense dream, but I wasn’t troubled by it because sometimes I dream vividly. Maybe it was the chocolate before bed? At the beginning of the dream I was dropped off at this abandoned home in the country. Alarming cause, Jim Crow. There were trees all around, no porch lights, it was dusty to say the least. The thoughts running through my mind still weren’t strong enough to cue the brakes on my Meg thee Stallion Knees. However, I continued to advance toward the abandoned home. It was giving Diary of a Scared Black Woman—I was shook, mk. It was dangerous and life for a black woman is already a journey of danger. Strutting up to the house I couldn’t help but think about getting back to my friends and family, possibly even staying a couple nights at their house, because this is madness. As the dream continues, I find myself on the porch. The house appeared nice on the outside—somewhere I would live—but it wasn’t until I enter...