black girls.

those loud black girls those loud black girls. aggressive, confrontational loud, black girls. depicted by white-washed sensationalized narratives that project anger onto those loud black girls who, we’re told, need to be tamed. a perceived threat even when our mouths are closed and our hands are at ease. no neck rolling, no lips moving andContinue reading “black girls.”

Untitled…

Dylann Storm Roof   Say his name With responsible acceptance. Claim him As a soldier of white supremacy. With no attempts To demystify Blatant anger, Inherent disdain For black folks. Dehumanize him as if he were Walking his neighborhood streets Asking for help Making eye contact with an officer Or daring to swim. Dehumanize him.Continue reading “Untitled…”

until we free

cries for peace and calm abound when black and brown faces rage. reactions to a fruitful harvest of seeds painful indignation planted by privilege and supremacy watered by death’s grasp and nurtured, agitated with televised taunting of not giving a fuck whether we breathe. and among the masses of bodies strewn together, relentlessly planted inContinue reading “until we free”

I am not my(full potential)self when I am afraid…

As 2015 approached, I silently contemplated all the things I wanted to accomplish. I kept thinking: I’m going to write more. I’m going to lose a little weight and get fit. I’m going to connect with family and friends more. I’m going to read more. I’m going to put myself out there. But that’s justContinue reading “I am not my(full potential)self when I am afraid…”

On My Block [A street requiem]

This past weekend, I visited Ferguson, MO along with the #BlackLivesMatter group and returned to Atlanta with a lump in my throat but empowerment in my heart. I was speechless…but I could write. And I’m sure this is unfinished, but after seeing the exact location where Mike Brown was gunned down on a neighborhood streetContinue reading “On My Block [A street requiem]”

Asphyxiation (Our Lives Matter)

I can’t breathe. In an open space with air all around Yet, I can’t breathe. Can’t inhale or exhale – Unless they give permission. To kill me. Choke holds and Cold-blooded murder. Bang. Bang. Bang. Because I was suspect. For my Black, my Brown skin. For seeking help. For minding my own business. In thisContinue reading “Asphyxiation (Our Lives Matter)”

Karlesha Thurman’s Breastfeeding Is Natural and Normal. Our Reactions Are Not.

I became pregnant with my now 16-year-old son during the summer of 1997. I completed the requirements for my undergraduate degree in English in November of that same year. My son was born in March 5, 1998, and I participated in commencement ceremonies in May 1998. And I was a breastfeeding mother. Prior to theContinue reading “Karlesha Thurman’s Breastfeeding Is Natural and Normal. Our Reactions Are Not.”

Dissertation Archives – Vignette 3: Hair Story

No matter how else you dress or decorate yourself, you cannot escape the true meaning of dreads. As beautiful as locks may be, they still stand for something: ethnic pride. When you carry dreads you demand a second look. People are intrigued, they wonder, “What’s behind all that hair.” I’m happy to be nappy ~AdrianContinue reading “Dissertation Archives – Vignette 3: Hair Story”

Messages from the Universe: Be Open, Raw, Authentic – Write.Me.Free

Writing is like breathing is like loving is like mothering is like exhaling is like speaking (out) is like dancing is like exploring is like living. It’s like freedom. That I must have. ‪#‎WriteMeFree The Universe moves in such mysteriously correct ways. Over the past few weeks, She has sent me several messages that requireContinue reading “Messages from the Universe: Be Open, Raw, Authentic – Write.Me.Free”

Confessions of an Empowerment Fraud…

Of all the questions that I’ve been asked in my 4.5 years as a professor, the one asked of me by a former student coping with what I perceived as signs of depression still floats around in my head. We spoke briefly about her dissertation progress, and I noticed that she seemed anxious and inContinue reading “Confessions of an Empowerment Fraud…”