What I REFUSE to Do In 2018

Instead of making new year’s reso-lies this year, I chose to make a list of things I refuse to do. And honestly, these are things I refuse to do another day. I refuse to let people use me another day. As women, we try to be everything for everyone; especially for people that we care…

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Here Goes Nothing

Finally. Feelings of relief and satisfaction enfolded me. Here goes nothing. One word then another swiftly appears across the stuffed envelope. Naivety and optimism are at the forefront of my thoughts. A sense of accomplishment flowed through me. My vocal cords vibrated and my lungs gave way to produce the sweetest, soothing, calmest and all-encompassing…

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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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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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With this Gift.

With these words I thee Wed. Harmony Lost in the shadows of my doubt Who would believe in me Anyway? By any means Would I try to wed the cry in my heart with the words that birthed it Words that gave More than an A paper or honorable mention No accolade could demand my…

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