Thank you for that #Verification
I Don’t See Anything Funny
I went to bed last night hoping my phone wouldn’t work.
It did.
And in that moment, it reminded me exactly why I left Chicago.
On December 13, 2025, I posted Truth or Dare, featuring photos of Michelle Obama from Dawn’s birthday surprise for me at UIC. Michelle came first. Then Barack followed at CSU. That history is real. What I chose to do, however, was let it go.
I chose to forget my history with the Obamas everything I did for, with, and around that chapter of my life. Including advocating for a presidential library to be built across from the very school my son once attended before his life was taken. That choice wasn’t weakness. It was survival.
So let me be clear: this post is not about conspiracy, gossip, or spectacle. It is about symbols, messages, and memory.
I’m a mature adult. The “Black Power” message that once meant everything to me has changed over time. What once represented unity and strength now feels diluted rebranded, commercialized, layered with meanings that no longer resonate with my lived experience. The power shifted. The colors changed. And so did my perspective.
When I reference words, images, or statements, I do so as interpretation, not accusation. Anyone who understands history knows that children often sense what adults try to keep hidden. That’s not a claim it’s a truth of human nature.
Michelle Obama once spoke publicly about me being scrutinized for my appearance. That resonated with me. Women, especially Black women, are constantly judged before they’re heard.
"How dare you, when you have exploited your role, office, position and power for personal gains, and you wonder why I refuse to acknowledge you, joking in fans faces about Reiner, just like you did to me with my son.
Obama's presidency is bitter sweet to me, just another day in the office. You want to take credit for who I am, but Trump raised me, which is why you hate me so much, my apologies I have nothing to say to you, I just wanted to see if you would respond, you did with yet another "sacrifice".
I stopped responding to Michelle after she failed to appear at President Carters funeral. That was for the "fans section" back to work!!!
ATTENTION: " Did anyone hear her order for "Molly"? Please fill that prescription, she is in Los Angeles looking for "Molly"
But when public narratives collide with personal memory, it can be unsettling. Sometimes responses arrive quickly not because they are directed at us personally, but because timing has a way of reopening doors we thought were closed.
So no, I don’t find this funny.
I find it exhausting.
I find it symbolic.
And I find it affirming of why I stepped away.
This is not about fandom or hate. It’s about discernment. About recognizing when something no longer aligns with your spirit and choosing peace instead of proximity.
I’m not here to sacrifice myself or anyone else on the altar of public perception.
I’m here to tell my truth, as I experienced it, and to stand firm in my decision to move forward.
Nothing more. Nothing less.
Dawn aka Malia
Chevy aka Sasha
