As I continue to work on my memoir, I’m compelled to share little pieces of my story. The piece below is a much lesser known part of my story and will be completely new to many of you. It’s been percolating for a few years. A few important women unknowingly played a role in empowering me to share this. Thank Britni Danielle and Ebony Roberts for sharing pieces of themselves and to my big sister Tayari Jones for ASKING me what this part of my life was like. Please take a few minutes and spread some love y’all.

“My legs spread apart, arms outstretched, fingers splayed and separated, I stood there and wondered if I’d be able to do this again and again. His hands slid slowly down the curve of my ample hips. The contempt I felt collected as a sour bubble of anger in my stomach, inching its way up my throat. His toothy grin reminded me of a leering jackal sizing up innocent prey. I counted to 10 and tried to ignore his fingertips making rubbing motions near the crotch of my jeans. My back was damp with sweat, face splotchy red with embarrassment, teeth clenched in frustration while I prayed that this would soon be over.

He had the power, and I had no voice.”

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