we were magnificence woman warriors armed with words piercing souls healing our own babes in tow men in awe imperfect with our flaws spewing necessary vulnerabilities a revolution in our bosom nectar sipping goddesses shat stereotypes spake stories over rip whiskey and dangling cigars sisters in arms poets, we are.
Category: Writing
why clean underwear takes precedence over the colin kaepernick ‘controversy’
i had a real conversation with a true to life white woman who votes republican. and we talking ‘i may not like trump but i’m going to vote for him because i’m a republican’ republican. it was an out-of-body experience and i realized during the conversation that i primarily only have conversations with people who…
i may hate back to school shopping but i so love my kid
i’m going to preface this story by stating: black mothers are historically known for complete intolerance of public foolishness as displayed by their children. like if you ever happen to happen upon a black children in full tantrum you will notice other black children collectively holding their breath and clinching their teeth silently praying for…
grief, community organizing, and why a clean garage can literally save the day
the fourth of july weekend of 2016 sent me through a soul searching roller coaster ride. i was more 700 miles from my home, driving with my parents and young son after having spent a weekend with my aunts and cousins in hot springs, arkansas, when i learned that 2 men more than 1,000 miles…
a woman is a human, no matter her status or post or tweet or whatever
when you are born female you learn real early on that people are waaaaay too comfortable talking to you under your clothes. it starts with comments about how cute you are or how much they like your dress. but slowly the comments turn to weight and height and whether or not you’ve started your menses….
adhd and me: life with distractions
here’s the thing in my life i am consistently inconsistent. i will start a hobby and nearly half way through completion…i’ll just walk away. i’ll make a decision about going into another advance degree program. i’ll line up all the information. do thorough research on which program best fits what i need and then…i go…
on boxes, bad music, and the drive to be more
what if everything you’ve ever been taught about yourself were true? what if you really aren’t good enough? what if you really are too short? or too tall? or too skinny? or too loud? what if everything that has been told to you were the absolute undeniable irrefutable truth of who you are? who would…
you don’t have to be black to be outraged
you will stop killing us there is nothing new nothing nor novel about the destruction of the black body strange fruit hung from poplar trees decomposing in 103 degrees now left to rot on local streets these bodies you don’t see these children that bleed you will stop killing us we have destroyed our minds…
he is my brother not just another hashtag
I Will Never be Desensitized. Do not show me videos of My brother’s execution as though His death is some staged movie scene where Cut was called and he got up, brushed off and Headed home to reheat Monday’s Barbque His life is sacred to me I have washed him in his infancy Fought…
Invictus, indeed
“Mom!” He’s sitting mere inches from me but still feels the need to shout like I’m 500 yards away in a circus tent. “Yes.” I respond as calm as a cucumber. “This girl at school asked me if my ‘ash’ hurts. Then she said that my breath stinks.” His mouth is full of goldfish crackers…
