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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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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About Me

  Welcome to the Family. I’m Shanisha. To be completely honest, I write because it is a way for me to be open with myself and the world around me. This place is like a personal journal for women to relate to. I take transparency seriously and value the art of being our genuine true selves.…

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