Evomé Sa’tari – The Living Manifesto

For GenX Women Who’ve Had Enough of Becoming What They Never Asked To Be

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I’m not writing this for applause.
I’m writing this because it needed out.
Because after 53 years of holding it down,
keeping it together, doing what I thought I was supposed to do—
something cracked open.
And inside was me.

Not the “strong Black woman.”
Not the Black sheep.
Not the daughter, the mother, the caretaker.

Just me.
Evomé Sa’tari.

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They told me I was too much.
Too opinionated. Too sensitive.
Too angry. Too dreamy.
So I stayed quiet.
I played the roles.
I made myself small to fit into rooms that didn’t deserve me.

But what they didn’t know
was that my silence was storing fire.

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I’ve raised children.
I’ve buried my mother before I learned how to need her.
I’ve shown up for people who vanished when I needed them most.
I’ve swallowed rage, shame, grief, dreams.

Not because I was weak—
because I thought I had to.

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Now, I know better.

I’m not starting over.
I’m starting true.

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This name—Evomé Sa’tari—isn’t a costume or character.
It’s not spiritual branding.
It’s who I am when I’m not shrinking.

It means:

“I am not made from the past. I am the sacred that descended.”
“I am not the lineage—I am its proof.”

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This is for the women like me:
The ones who kept it together too long.
Who made it through without a blueprint.
Who buried their wild
beneath layers of “should” and “be nice” and “be grateful.”

This isn’t a rebirth.
This is a release.
Like wind through an open window.
Like fire that finally gets to breathe.

I don’t want applause.
I want air.
I want space.
I want my own damn name.

And if you see yourself in these words—
if something stirs, if you feel your chest soften,
if you remember something you’ve been pretending to forget—

then welcome.

Not to a movement.
Not to a ritual.
To yourself.

–Evome’