I have one job. To write us to, and through, the revolution. And while I’m able to serve in a few other capacities, my primary role has always been clear to me. These days I’m failing miserably. Because Black folks are dying and I just keep buying lipstick. And crying. I know exactly when I broke. Less than 24 hours after hearing about the death of yet another Black person at the hands of the state, I woke up to find my community sharing one more hashtagged name of someone who should have[...]