“somebody almost walked off wid alla my stuff” — Ntozake Shange, for colored girls who have considered suicide / when the rainbow is enuf Shange wasn’t talking about possessions. She was talking about the self. The particular, irreplaceable accumulation of a woman — her rhythm, her voice, her way of moving through the world — […]
Content note: This essay contains a first-person account of sexual assault. Please read with care. Some days I walk into a room and the room rearranges. Not loudly. Nothing so dramatic as a scene. Just the air — shifting, recalculating, deciding what I am before I open my mouth. I have been walking into rooms […]
What do you do when the world expects you to be strong? So I have to ask myself what do I do with all this anger? What club do I have to join to feel I’m equal? My protest like my country isn’t a melting pot. My protest is a riot… Where were you when […]
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