One morning I woke up to find I’d been blocked, by one of my favorite Medium writers (and labeled a troll). I turned beet red, like I’d been slapped in the face. Every time I thought about it, I ached.

A few days later, my boss asked if something was wrong, did I need to talk? I allowed that yeah, there was something wrong, but I wasn’t sure he was the person I should talk to about it. Oh, its one of those women things? I burst out laughing (that man runs from woman talk – literally runs). The laugh helped and I told him I thought it might be a race thing.

He was right; we talk about race all the time, like daily, why stop now? So, I told him what had happened and here is what he said…

“We live diversity, everyone else just talks about it.” Then he turned on his spotify and said this one’s for the talkers…

You talk about people

That you don't know

You talk about people

Wherever you go

You just talk...

Talk too much

You talk about people

That you've never seen

You talk about people

You can make me scream

You just talk...

Talk too much