I’m Black and I Like Sci-Fi

As some may know, I wrote a novel for NaNoWriMo this year. I failed the contest, however (which is a whole new post altogether, smh) I will not stop writing! Anyway, I have yet to reveal my summary/synopsis or even my genre of choice for the book for various reasons. Nonetheless, here it is: Genre: Young…

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When Your Melanin Poppin’

Imagine. Just for a second. You were born into a family where no one looked like you, spoke like you or liked the same things as you. That is my dilemma. Not exactly, though. I know something like speech and personality doesn’t compare to something as sensitive as skin tone in the black community. But…

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A Daughter’s Developing

The tragedy of daughters being separated from their fathers is a common story nowadays. Follow one young woman as she transitions from bitterness to forgiveness.

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Ode to the Afro

big, kinky, messy locs it’s a shame some people hate to see you decked out in pink bows and sequined headbands you are pampered with lavender, almond, coconut oils   lavished in water dipped in butters from Morocco conditioned with caster cream   your curls elongate to unforgettable length tangled twists hold traditions of ancient…

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A Timely “Rememory” in Maya Angelou’s “My Guilt”

My guilt is “slavery’s chains,” too long the clang of iron falls down the years. This brother’s sold, this sister’s gone, is bitter wax, lining my ears. My guilt made music with the tears. My crime is “heros, dead and gone,” dead Vesey, Turner, Gabriel, dead Malcom, Marcus, Martin King. They fought too hard, they…

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Live Loud

Once I saw a film about a man, a black man, who had money, respect and a happy family. He lived as if the world didn’t scold him. And what did he receive in turn for his freed life? Twelve years of bondage. Lied to, spit on, stripped of his identity, and beaten. His neck…

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Growth

I’m not going to paint a perfect picture. An album of beautifully crafted still lives haunt my computer screen and my thoughts. The experience, the moment, was the hardest thing I ever had to do (in my young adult life, that is). Four months in a foreign land felt like K.O.s to the old me.…

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Discovering Melanin

Imagine. Just for a second. You were born into a family of giants and you, well, you were just normal. That is my dilemma. Not exactly, though. I know height probably doesn’t compare to something as sensitive as skin tone in the black community. But it is something that a person cannot change. In my…

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Does. My. Blackness. Offend. You.

  On a scale of one to ten, how black am I? Does that make me offend more or less? If I am loud does it make me ghetto? If I like my hair in braids does it make me hood? If I speak with a certain slang and added neck rotation does it automatically…

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