Undeniable: A Dream that won't die

Still Here, Still Dreaming

I sat in my room, frustrated. More bookings. More jobs. More wins for others. And me? Still waiting.Trying—really trying—not to feel envious.

I’m proud of them. I am. Blessed to know so many brilliant people. But the truth?I’m sitting here wondering: When the hell is it my turn?

I’ve been at this too long to pretend that thought doesn’t haunt me.Yes, I create.Yes, I put myself out there.Yes, I stay sharp. But some nights, even writing this sentence feels like shouting into the void.

It’s been slow. Agonizingly slow.

I booked a TV show at the top of the year—And like a fool, I thought: “Finally. Momentum.”I told myself Hollywood would come calling. That they’d see me now. Want more.

That fantasy slapped me back with a cold, hard “No, bish. Back to the grind.”Back to the endless auditioning, the ghosting, the almosts. Back to being told “you’re incredible,” just not “right now.”

I’m in my late 40s—(Yes, shocking. Black don’t crack.) But I’m still here, sticking it out. Still showing up for this dream I can’t let go of.

Because I love it.God, I love it.

This isn’t some hobby.This is blood. This is bone. This is legacy.

I’ve surrendered it to God so many times, Begging for peace, for a sign, for a break. Still, I get up. I create.I show up.In service—To the art, to the craft, to the unseen.

Because that’s what I feel like: unseen.

I’ve watched white counterparts—less trained, less ready—Catch opportunity like it was made for them. Handed roles I’ve bled to be considered for. I try not to stay in that place too long.But it’s there. It’s real.

So I fight.For the dream.For my space.For the stories I was born to tell.

Decades of hustle.Of sacrifice.Of heartbreak, rejection, near-misses, and stolen wins.I should be tired.But I’m not done.

I am seasoned.I am sharp.I am ready.

It still hurts.It still stings.But nothing fills me like this work does.Nothing heals me like storytelling.Nothing excites me like stepping into a role and becoming someone new—someone whole.

I imagine the career I want.The one I’ve earned.And yes, I believe it’s coming.And when it does—because it will—I won’t just work.I’ll build.I’ll fight for the unseen.Create for the unseen.Stand for the ones like me who never got their shot.

So if you’re reading this—know: I’m not going anywhere.

I’m still here. Still dreaming. Still undeniable.