Through my mother’s eyes

This is a “Poem of the Day” feature piece All my dreams and hopesU ripped from my chest and squished them between your fingersWhen I told you noEven dared to question your authority, which u didn’t likeSo to keep me thereFolding under the pressure of race men and their forceful politicsU tied a short leashContinue reading “Through my mother’s eyes”

Barbara Doe

This is a “Weekly Spotlight” feature piece When my Aunt Barbara passed, three deer jumped her fence and lay together in her yard for about an hour, until the medical examiner arrived to pronounce her death. I don’t know for sure what connection she has with deer but I don’t believe in coincidence. She isContinue reading “Barbara Doe”

To the Once Enslaved of Morris Hall

I work for the ancestors. I have never worked for anybody else. Alice Walker To the Once Enslaved of Morris Hall: BlackberriesSweet blackberries and grass that smells of onionsWhere rivers cross by, carrying messagesTo the roots of the treesHere since the land was fertileAnd toiled. Here have set foot‘Scendents of yours

Lady (character sketch)

Character Sketch The woman perched on her balcony breathing nicotine and talking to the trees was called Lady by people of the town. To spirit-folk, governments, and castaways alike she was simply Lady, for her name and ancestors were unknown, and theirs was a town sorely of names and ancestors. Maidens and surnames were passedContinue reading “Lady (character sketch)”

Labor of Love

TW: False r*pe accusation Some spoilers Towards the beginning of this summer, my good friend and I read and raved about An American Marriage by Tayari Jones together. Aside from fueling the Black feminist in me, this novel has easily become a part of my personal canon of amazing literature, and solidified Jones as one ofContinue reading “Labor of Love”

Transformation of Silence

Over the last several months I’ve been forced to grow in ways that I haven’t been able to begin naming until today. It started with the loss of close friendships and ended in a pile of social intricacies that I mishandled in some way or another. Fissures grew in my relationships with family members, myContinue reading “Transformation of Silence”

Serena Williams Demands a Well-Deserved Apology

About a year and a half ago, I wrote a piece for my college’s only feminist publication ranting about the ways in which people police, invalidate, and deny the humanity of Black women when they reduce our feelings of frustration to mere unprecedented “anger.” At the time I was responding to an ex-coworker’s assertion thatContinue reading “Serena Williams Demands a Well-Deserved Apology”