You probably thinking, first of all sis, that video dropped almost 2 weeks ago. You been owed us a post. I needed to sit with it. You can’t rush the process. It ain’t about being the first to talk about something even if everybody already talking about it. Remember what I said, you can do what’s been done. Just do it better. That said, let’s get into this piece. By now it’s no secret that my play cousin is the perpetual wig snatcher. That’s how we roll in my family. Only to be ou[...]
Winter, 1965 Seemed like there was a river of blood. But since it was just her in the bathtub in the bathroom, the source had to be her alone. Maybe for the better. In the current of red it was harder to see whether everything had passed already. Her insides felt like something had to be making its way out. Hurt more than cramps but she supposed X had just said it wouldn’t hurt much to make her less afraid about a choice she ain’t really have. She already had two mouths to feed and her y[...]
If you’re an 80s baby (or late 70’s), chances are you grew up watching The Cosby Show. And if you’re a Black girl, chances are that Rudy Huxtable was your real life cousin in your head. She was a Black girl just like us. And she was on TV. Saundra and Denise were cool but my brown skinned self just didn’t see myself in them. Plus they was too old to relate to. Saundra’s Princeton experience wasn’t nowhere on my radar or the radar of anyone I knew and Denise was just all over the plac[...]
My brother is dead I don’t say that too often Not even inside of my own head Where there are no faces of pity No one thinking she must be pretty Messed up There she stands all dressed up While inside She must be dying All the while I keep trying To keep my game face on Ups, downs I got the same face on After all I am superwoman Watch me fly Without wings While the caged bird sings I soar Through closed doors And emotional road blocks Life don’t stop But sometimes It d[...]