Home Actress Brittany Packnett HD Instagram Photos and Wallpapers March 2024 Brittany Packnett Instagram - A special thank you to powerful writers LaTonya Yvette, Allison Yarrow, Maggie Smith @maggiesmithpoet, Brea Baker, Jen Winston, Tanya Selvaratnam, Hawa Hassan, Bianca Mabute-Louie, and Brittany Packnett Cunningham for joining us and helping us pen this love poem. There is no greater love than the hard but beautiful labor of care throughout our lives. We all should be able to be there for the people we love. Today and every day, we ask Congress to pass #PaidLeaveForAll. Who do you care for this Valentine’s Day? Valentine, I remember the sound of your very first cry as you entered the world I was there The screams like clockwork in the late afternoon as I rocked you, as I held you and then a first smile in the quiet of a warm bright morning I remember falling in love with my daughter, falling in love with my son, as difficult as those early times were Because I could be there First smile, first family outing, first laugh I remember all of these special moments Because I could be there. Valentine, I was there to take your hand as I watched your breath slow A hand that once washed me, changed me, lifted my chin, held me, raised me I held your hand when the breath stopped One long beautiful exhale. And when my own hands shook, when I needed healing, recovery to steady me, to hold myself I was there I remember how important it was to let my village support me while I supported my one pound, nine ounce baby Because they could be there.

Brittany Packnett Instagram – A special thank you to powerful writers LaTonya Yvette, Allison Yarrow, Maggie Smith @maggiesmithpoet, Brea Baker, Jen Winston, Tanya Selvaratnam, Hawa Hassan, Bianca Mabute-Louie, and Brittany Packnett Cunningham for joining us and helping us pen this love poem. There is no greater love than the hard but beautiful labor of care throughout our lives. We all should be able to be there for the people we love. Today and every day, we ask Congress to pass #PaidLeaveForAll. Who do you care for this Valentine’s Day? Valentine, I remember the sound of your very first cry as you entered the world I was there The screams like clockwork in the late afternoon as I rocked you, as I held you and then a first smile in the quiet of a warm bright morning I remember falling in love with my daughter, falling in love with my son, as difficult as those early times were Because I could be there First smile, first family outing, first laugh I remember all of these special moments Because I could be there. Valentine, I was there to take your hand as I watched your breath slow A hand that once washed me, changed me, lifted my chin, held me, raised me I held your hand when the breath stopped One long beautiful exhale. And when my own hands shook, when I needed healing, recovery to steady me, to hold myself I was there I remember how important it was to let my village support me while I supported my one pound, nine ounce baby Because they could be there.

Brittany Packnett Instagram - A special thank you to powerful writers LaTonya Yvette, Allison Yarrow, Maggie Smith @maggiesmithpoet, Brea Baker, Jen Winston, Tanya Selvaratnam, Hawa Hassan, Bianca Mabute-Louie, and Brittany Packnett Cunningham for joining us and helping us pen this love poem. There is no greater love than the hard but beautiful labor of care throughout our lives. We all should be able to be there for the people we love. Today and every day, we ask Congress to pass #PaidLeaveForAll. Who do you care for this Valentine’s Day? Valentine, I remember the sound of your very first cry as you entered the world I was there The screams like clockwork in the late afternoon as I rocked you, as I held you and then a first smile in the quiet of a warm bright morning I remember falling in love with my daughter, falling in love with my son, as difficult as those early times were Because I could be there First smile, first family outing, first laugh I remember all of these special moments Because I could be there. Valentine, I was there to take your hand as I watched your breath slow A hand that once washed me, changed me, lifted my chin, held me, raised me I held your hand when the breath stopped One long beautiful exhale. And when my own hands shook, when I needed healing, recovery to steady me, to hold myself I was there I remember how important it was to let my village support me while I supported my one pound, nine ounce baby Because they could be there.

Brittany Packnett Instagram – A special thank you to powerful writers LaTonya Yvette, Allison Yarrow, Maggie Smith @maggiesmithpoet, Brea Baker, Jen Winston, Tanya Selvaratnam, Hawa Hassan, Bianca Mabute-Louie, and Brittany Packnett Cunningham for joining us and helping us pen this love poem.

There is no greater love than the hard but beautiful labor of care throughout our lives. We all should be able to be there for the people we love.

Today and every day, we ask Congress to pass #PaidLeaveForAll.

Who do you care for this Valentine’s Day?

Valentine,
I remember the sound of your very first cry as you entered the world
I was there
The screams like clockwork in the late afternoon
as I rocked you, as I held you
and then a first smile in the quiet of a warm bright morning
I remember falling in love with my daughter, falling in love with my son,
as difficult as those early times were
Because I could be there
First smile, first family outing, first laugh
I remember all of these special moments
Because I could be there.

Valentine,
I was there to take your hand as I watched your breath slow
A hand that once washed me, changed me, lifted my chin, held me, raised me
I held your hand when the breath stopped
One long beautiful exhale.

And when my own hands shook, when I needed healing, recovery
to steady me, to hold myself
I was there
I remember how important it was to let my village support me
while I supported my one pound, nine ounce baby
Because they could be there. | Posted on 14/Feb/2024 21:08:52

Brittany Packnett Instagram – if today is about love, then let it be so. 

“Power without love is reckless and abusive…”

because the continued slaughter of nearly 30,000 Palestinians and counting, the bombing of Rafah, a promised safe zone, and the refusal of dozens of hostage deals by Netanyahu—even ones written by his team—is reckless power, devoid of all love.

“…and love without power is sentimental and anemic.”

And yet, in this moment it is not enough to love. Not if the love isn’t powerful. Not if the love isn’t radical. Not if the love is meant more to make you feel better than to stop atrocities. 

“…Power at its best is love implementing the demands of justice, and justice at its best is power correcting everything that stands against love.” -mlk.

So we have to be it. Be love. It’s most powerful version. 

Powerful enough to shout and stand for people whose name we may never know and who we’ve been taught to vilify. Loving enough to raise our voices and refusing to stop just because some folks have moved on. Enough of both to be inspired by the fight and community and love Gazans have maintained for one another despite what is being done to them. 

I can’t think about love today without thinking first of the places it has been replaced by bombs. 

#CeasefireNow is the least we can do. 

Repost @adriennemareebrown:

don’t look away. that feeling in you is the brakes of the collective system in the face of irrevocable harm. 

#freedomsonglab
Brittany Packnett Instagram – “It is the curse of minorities in this power-worshipping world that either from fear or from an uncertain policy of expedience they distrust their own standards and hesitate to give voice to their deeper convictions, submitting supinely to estimates and characterizations of themselves as handed down by a not unprejudiced dominant majority.”

Dr. Anna Julia Cooper, on whose scholarship feminism, womanism, and history sit, understood the assignment. 

“There would be no lynching if it did not start in the schoolroom.”

Carter G. Woodson, upon whose Negro History Week we built our #BlackHistoryMonth, understood the assignment.

“Dear Mr. Nourse: 
It is my desire to establish a special fund with which the Saint Louis Public Library may supplement its collection of books, manuscripts, papers, art objects or products, provided they deal with the American Negro, Africa and/or peoples of African descent in relation to their contribution to American and world culture.”

Dr. Julia Davis, founder of the Julia Davis Fund & Collection of African diasporic history at St. Louis Public Library—and upon whom the foundation of my learnings rest, understood the assignment.

A BHM retail discount ain’t the assignment, chile.

The assignment will always be to preserve, protect, and pass on the Gospel of #BlackHistory.  

To ensure its centrality in the American story: America was built by us, and can never be rebuilt for better without us.

To secure its legacy and lineage: Black people building new worlds need the blueprints of our ancestors.

To honor its triumphs: Reconnecting ourselves to the Black knowing that supremacy steals from us but our ancestors earned for us.

To leverage its influence: Our fellow countryfolk, who like us are not from here, but unlike us were not stolen here, must bear witness to the foundation we built with toiled hands and ensure the house on which it stands shelters us all well.

So this month, while the history is under threat, the truths are silenced, and the truth speakers attempt to be toppled: know, share & protect our HISTORY. And honor the HISTORIANS who, by trial and fire, risked everything to make sure we are never a people without a story.

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