Narrative Essays

Musings of pensive Black girls. Think pieces to political, self-love journeys to ones that make you laugh out loud.

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“The Passing”

Clumps of wrinkled, white flesh hang from grandmother’s face and pool in the nape of…

Not my Daughter

“Sit still.” I braced myself for the familiar sting of the plastic comb against some…

Not Part of the Agreement

My nails kept time on the arm of the chaise to the ticking of the…

A Jones For You

I remember the night we met in Atlanta. On a cold evening in December, I turned around and there…

Scars

I have melanated skin, which helps me look younger than my age, but I also…

Delky, Tevin Campbell, and The Promise of Today

I hope tomorrow will bring a better you, better me I know that we’ll show…

My Butterfly Will Never Become A Caterpillar

I am the only girl in my family. When I say ‘only’ I do not…

The Bean

I thought of it as punishment, had I been walking the right path I wouldn’t…

How to Share A Bed

When my little sister invited me to be her Maid of Honor, she sent me…

The Black Female Body: A Figure in Motion, Never at Rest

Black bodies are the world’s playground. Full of color, music, song, dance, cheer, and laughter…

Black Stories are Educating & Traumatizing Me

Has it happened to you? Maybe you’re scrolling through Twitter searching… no, damn near begging…

Black spirituality
Black Spirituality: A Millennial Woman’s Journey

A typical Sunday morning as a millennial five-year-old Black girl may have gone like this:…

Dr. Tubman: The Universe Sent Me a Black Woman Therapist

I sat on the couch of a woman who decorates her office to make it…

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4 Golden Girls & An Awkward Black Woman Who’s Going Through Some Thangs

Every Friday night I come home from work, change my clothes and I flop down…

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Trudging through the Mud: Leaning into Your Mess

The alarm pings and the piercing sound reverberates through the walls. My eyes blur to…