Today, the court leaked a list of alleged “freak off” attendees to the public—but still refuses to televise the trial. They’ll serve scandal, but not justice. And I must ask: If the system is so righteous, why won’t it let us watch?

He sculpted her body with surgical precision. But he forgot one thing: confidence has a recovery time too. When she finally healed, she realized—he was the last thing that needed to go. Scalpel to settlement, darling.

Your phone doesn’t just know what you like. It remembers what you fear. The device in your pocket is more loyal to the algorithm than to you. And we gave it everything—our faces, our fingerprints, our DNA. Voluntarily. Isn’t that the real trick?

We do not reform the incarcerated. We ferment them—chemically weakened, emotionally caged, and then released into a world engineered to fear them. The system was never broken. It was designed to recycle them. And the cage? It never truly opens—it simply becomes invisible.

I leave not to disappear — but to gather. To breathe among temples, sleep among treehouses, and return with words stitched from new stars. The Intermission Before the Next Reckoning — now live on Diary of a Black Lawyer. Catch up on the entries you missed. The next ones are already taking shape across the ocean.

Today, they tried to shrink her legacy to custody schedules and visitation minutes. But history does not shrink. It builds, breathes, and claims what cannot be erased. The Blueprint They Forgot — now live on Diary of a Black Lawyer. For every legacy they tried to mute, and every child they could not rewrite.

Today’s custody hearing was conducted entirely in emojis. Allegations were rendered in 🍷🧹🐍. A proposed schedule involved 🏡👶📅💤. An expert testified that the snake-emoji-plus-broom was “a symbolic indictment of maternal morality.” I, meanwhile, considered perishing. Battle of the Emojis: A Custody Case Written in Hieroglyphics — now live on Diary of a Black Lawyer.