I am embarrassed to admit that I loved Levittown even when it didn’t love me. It was my first home, and like…
I am embarrassed to admit that I loved Levittown even when it didn’t love me. It was my first home, and like…
I have this visual of me trying to lift off of the ground so I can fly. Each time I’m about to…
“I like your locs!” This is what he said to me as I exited the car. I was enamored. For some reason,…
My body never belonged to me. It belonged to birthing pains and bloodstains, entry and exit wounds. It started as something someone…
My 10th grade English Lit teacher cannot pronounce my name. Ironic? I know. So, on the third week of class, I hold…
Part I: Just For Me I look forward to the tri-annual ritual. My mother prepares to sacrifice her firstborn to the white…
“If y’all weren’t so difficult, maybe it’ll be easier to get a man.” “Y‘all? Difficult?” I repeat the triggering words as if…
The day Chiamaka disappeared, her father left the house in precisely three pieces. The first piece left at sunset, when the world,…
The Traveling Refugee. She watched her ancestors burn and hang. In the land of the free. In the land of the brave.…
The Ointment That Makes You Glow: A Reflection on Race, Immigration, Religion & Jollof Rice
It is 2014. You are a Nigerian living in the United States. You are the parent of a U.S.-born child. The immigration…
I. Places that I am terrified of returning to: Shitty $49-a-night motels with dingy sheets and showers overrun with mildew smelling of…
“I love your hair. You did it yourself?” “Aww, thank you. I wish. I can’t cornrow.” “Wait, you’re a little Black girl…
“Then [Noah] sent out a raven, which kept going to and fro until the waters had dried up from the earth.” Genesis…
Hair like strong twine, sweet like the harvest of a California grape vine, to stop the spread of your smile is the…
“My name is Tavonne Carson. I’m six years old.” If she hadn’t said my name, I wouldn’t have believed the little girl…