Passing The Bar For Myself, And My Community

Oh, AND ya girl got sworn into the Illinois bar the day before my birthday. I could not have gotten sworn in in a more beautiful way…with mah boo mah partner my 💛 @theclarkekent who been in the TRENCHES with me, my heart soul sister @another_black_experience who been out here cheering me on since 2007, with so many loved ones virtually (everybody get a tag!), and over some FIRE Trinidadian food Eli got us (cuz a bitch loves to eat and nourishing your body is a part of the revolution). And in a place where I was free to be Black in a way I’ve never experienced (shoutout Wakanda AKA Grand Anse, Grenada 😂) This past year has taught me so much about rising softly in the midst of chaos, oppression, trauma, all the things. It reminded me how important failure is. I learned that my body could be stronger than I thought possible. I came home to my identity as a dancer through pole dance. My @fit2flaunt pole deadass showed up in the mail the day I found out I failed the bar and felt like I had reached the finish line only to let myself down. Little did I know this whole other chapter in my life was opening. Mama earth be doing that.

I was deadass answering bar questions with fact patterns happening in real time to my family because of the crap we deal with and rise from as Black people in this country. I got kicked out my living situation three weeks before the first bar exam (no shade tho! But the timing was roughhh). Had to love on my anxiety in order to navigate Covid and the indignities that the very profession I sought to join continued to throw in the faces of bar takers, esp POC. So much was going on. It was a fight literally at every turn and I showed up ready to swing for myself, my people, and for an existence that exceeds anything that capitalism could even imagine. Im so grateful. So loved by myself and my community. And so dam proud of the person I stay becoming 💛✨ #blacklawyersmatter#blackgirlspole#blackgirlmagic