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…
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…
I remember when I first began performing spoken word with the poetry collective Black on Black Rhyme. I was introduced by the stage name "Black Girl." Hisses and heckling greeting me as I graced the stage. "She ain't black," darted…