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I’m not okay

I quit my job because a brand new employee made a racist comment and I was sexually harassed as in the same day.

I quit because I was made uncomfortable. Because I do not want to live in fear. I want to be safe.

I made an announcement about it because I wanted other people to know that this was happening and this was not okay.

Everyone told me how proud they were and what steps I should take next to deal with it .

But no one asked if I was okay.

And actually I think one or two people did and my response was yes!

Because I handled it and everyone was proud of me.

But no I am not okay.

I didn’t need to be reminded of every other assault or harassment I was subjected to.

I didn’t need my ptsd to kick in

I didn’t need to be reminded that not everyone sees me as a human and I should be aware of my facticity.

Yea I did the right thing but it shouldn’t have happened in the first place.

And it still happened.

Philadelphia Academy of Fine Arts. Art matters Art speaks to us in way that words can’t That’s how you know it’s good art When it communicates Messaged received Art achieved

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“Souls are funny things. They stay constant even when the outside changes, or when the heart makes mistakes. Souls don’t really care about good or bad, right or wrong — they’re just true.”

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Joseph Acquaye

Model: Alfreda Amponsah New York Photographed by Me

Beach Bod

Beach babe

Ocean breeze

Met with

Ocean waves

The vibrance

The color

The melanin

The color

The expectation

The warped reality

What a trip this was

What a trip I wanted it to be

The sun can fuel your spirit

It can melt away The negativity of your mind

It can do so much if you let it

It also allows you to hide yourself behind the shade or your hands

To escape into hats, mask, and shadows

Tears can fall as you shiver under the breeze of the beach

You have to give to receive

I tried to recieve the light

Without letting go

I asked the sun to wash away my strife

And it required me to offer it up

But instead i received more

I added to my pile of dismay

And let it cook under the pressure of the heat

I clutched onto my layers of aggravation

And added heat

A photo

An image

An idea

An ideal

But a memory

The story behind it

Behind the editing

Behind the “candidacy”

The memory will last

And the longer I ponder on it

The less I’ll remember

The more I recall

The less I’ll get right

So this photo stands

But who knows where this trip will fall

black men are not a fetish

black women are not a fetish

black people are not a fetish

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