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…
Beyond Beyoncé: A Lesson In Colorism
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…
2015, The Reflection
So many thoughts as I reflect on 2015. It was a time of heartbreak for me and many very dear to me. This year took a friend’s son, paralyzed another, a friend’s brother, my last two grandparents, and a friend…
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…
Re-dressing Room: Repatriating into Racism
All week, we’ve been tirelessly researching and riding through Dallas to determine if it is where we’ll plant roots and begin the process of helping to build a community. It was such an overwhelmingly exhausting and frustrating week as everything…
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,…
