c.m. faust

i write words sometimes.

The American Sisterhood:

A True Transcendence of Race, or a Mask for Complicity?Why woman of color remain guarded around their white counterparts.

The reality is, white women rarely approach the topic of empathy in a truly genuine way. When they say they want to talk about “empathy,” what they really mean is “identification.” Their ability to understand your fears, lived experiences, or systemic challenges is frequently…

It’s just two small pills, see?

I scooped them up nonchalantly and slipped them in my bag, as I would a pack of gum or those caramel flavored candies – you know, the ones every grandmother holds onto in hopes of convincing her grandchildren to stick around just a moment longer – you know, the ones covered in lint and hope, buried in that well-worn purse she’s carried for years –you know the one.Then I went home to say…

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You are four years old. Mother enters the room, her presence a silent storm. Carrying an unquenched thirst, you throw yourself into her arms.With all her strength she pushes you away.“DON’T…touch me.”Without a sound, you tiptoe to lie beside her, just out of reach.If you make a mistake she’ll push you away again.This much you know.You’ve mustered up some courage today,undoubtedly out of…

“Grief is the price we pay for love”

Is that why grieving the loss of abusive family members when you go no contact is particularly difficult?Because we’re paying the price for love we deserve and long for, but never received?It’s hard to articulate to people that don’t understand.It feels like we’re paying someone else’s karmic debt.

The more you know the less you understand.

Tao te Ching