You Mad? Say You Mad!
Pitcher 3- Anger I was nineteen and in love. When you're nineteen, it's so easy to fall in love. The right mix of insecurity hidden by fake smiles and cute clothes can attract every mischievous male in heat and deter…
No Denying You’re In Denial
*Strong language and content Pitcher 2: Denial This bitch just dove off a fuckin’ building and landed in water. And, she still breathing, under water, for like ever. Anybody that’s ever loved any fuckin’ body knows what it’s like to…
Lemon Squeeze: The Beginning of the “Lemonade Series”
In this first edition, "Intuition" is discussed. Stay tuned for the remaining "Pitchers."
Beyond Beyoncé: Why When She Slays, We All Slay
Part I: An Ode to Beyoncé's Ode to Blackness A Black Woman. Has the whole world. Watching. Talking. Wondering. Thinking. About her. MJ. Afros. NOLA. Katrina. Blackness. Malcolm. Exposure. Janet. Rhythm. Nation. Building. Cops. Black. Lives. Power. Panthers. Quarterbacks. …
Why BHM Is Still Relevant
My daughter is four. Just yesterday, we were calculating the number of states she’s visited and how it pales in comparison to the number of countries she’s traveled. Being an expat kid afforded her opportunities and exposure most kids her…
Fuck You and Your Simple Ass
Guest Blogger All ya’ll simple, handkerchief head, funky-breath, sell-out, booty clinchin’, holes of ass that think the girl being flung like a dingy wife beater at a pick up game was deserving can suck loose shit from a straw and die!…
The Long Roads, Flights, & Tracks Home
A year ago, my husband and I watched the streets of Ferguson erupt in horror. We watched pictures and videos of the lifeless body of one of our young brothers fester in the street for hours and heard about the…
Ticking Clock
The end is near, and I’m not ready. April 30th marks my husband’s last day working for the company. We have one month afterwards to leave before the police come knocking. Singapore does not allow foreigners to just live here without…
Freedom Papers
The Beginning of the End January marked nine years that my husband has worked for the same company. I think he got a watch or something. Nine is his favorite number; his number of completion. He called it a sign,…
Something’s Gotta Give
This is why…. “We know this place…,” This scene is all too familiar; All too freshly sketched on the canvas of our memory. We can no longer boast of progression When we’ve only suffered from the repression of our history,…
