White Power. When I was sixteen, I was raped by a Latino man. When I went to a friend’s house to talk to her about it, her white brother said “white power,” while raising his fist. When I looked at him with shock, and said “excuse me?” he […]
I realized that this year I didn’t and have not tried to celebrate the last four years of writing this blog, and the reason for that is because I don’t know precisely when I started the blog. I know that I started it sometime in January of 2018 […]
For many Black women, life is about getting up every day, taking care of children and partners and family members, going to work and taking care of employees or coworkers, going home and making dinner and taking care of family again, then going to bed to wake up […]
I am angry. And I am fucking bitter. I am thirty-seven years old, I live at home with my mother, and three fucking cats, (adorable amazing little comfort animals but still, CATS) CATS MOTHERFUCKER! I AM THE CAT LADY. Mind you, I don’t put my cats in costumes […]
When I was about eleven years old, I had this vision of myself, but in like a past life. I could hear bombs going off in the distance, and I could see a Black woman in a tan colored dress sitting at a typewriter trying to get the […]
