Dear 2020,
Pitter-pattering and windshield wiping, soundtracking your last day. Are you crying? Are you sad to go? Has this all been twice as long for you? Are you sorry? Were you just doing your job?
Reflection and Redirection
The inferno that is/was 2020 put the battery in my back— to redirect and go hard, to leave behind thoughts of how so many things could have gone, and leap towards all that can be…
Snow Globe Prose
You ever think about how much pain you’d spare yourself if you were suddenly aware of all the things that are within your control, and all the things that just… aren’t? Who would you be then, with all that awareness?
Believe Black Women The First Time
There is no “protect Black women” whilst victim blaming survivors, especially when the perpetrators of crimes against them are Black as well. There is no “protect Black women” while continuing to support people that harm Black women, in any capacity. The message it sends about how much we are valued seems evident, painfully clear…
Cocoon Prose
This mourning, I do not pretend. It is familiar; devastation runs from the top of your head down to the soles of your feet, pooling around you as you walk. I won’t lie, I feel stepped in…
On Replay: Tank and the Bangas’ Green Balloon
This album makes you feel like you’re floating, and your feet don’t even leave the ground. It reminds you that it’s okay to daydream; to treat yourself like a human being (instead of something that just produces).
#NotYourMeme: How the Memeification of Black Women’s Plight Does More Harm Than Good
I’m tired of the masses turning a blind eye to the correlation between the viral, internet abuses of Breonna Taylor and Megan Thee Stallion…