I guess I’ve been an art historian, informally I’d say I’ve always “geeked out over
I hear my student say that word and I’m not surprised. I knew this student
“Good lord, girl. You swelling!” The girl looked down at her belly, then beyond it
Dear God, It’s your Ugandan daughter, with the 4C hair. As you know, I was
Shattering glass echoes in my ears, snapping my head up from my phone. Right across
We arrived with our gods, walked them into the soil and braided totems into our
Trina, I need you to stay inside for recess today. You are a little Black
“3 A.M./Stare at the ceilin’, murder the feelin’/Spider crawl in the corner—Brown Recluse./So appropriate” I
It’s a typical spring morning – a slight chill, cloud cover, and the threat of
As a kid, I remember the subject of race coming up twice in our family.
“You real fine and you pretty,” the smooth words rolled past his toothpaste commercial level
“I’m sorry for your loss. Though the coroner’s report said your father departed on June
My mother’s eyes are bulging, glassy and wild, almost spinning in their sockets with fear.
“African-American girls always score higher than their white peers when it comes to self-esteem,” one
Black bodies are the world’s playground. Full of color, music, song, dance, cheer, and laughter
