This series is comprised of illustrations that portray my interactions and experiences when existing as a Black femme in predominantly white spaces. These spaces inherently keep anti-Black policies (whether they know it or not) and white privilege in tact. Often I feel perpetually trapped with no other place to go. Or sometimes I just feel invisible— unseen, unheard, unacknowledged. And when I try to speak on these issues, I’m given many excuses, too many apologies. Seldom any solutions. Seldom a real attempt to dismantle the system that benefits them, while neglecting me and those who look like me. But my jar is full; I can no longer accept apologies. Something got to change.