Essay For A Chapbook Contest I Didn’t Win That Is Itself A PoemI processed where we are right now a few years ago Jan 12Jan 12
What Are We Celebrating?Little dark skinned Black Girls deserve more than having to endure trauma for the greater good. Does doing this make us greater? Is it…Nov 11, 2020Nov 11, 2020
The Surreality of Uncrackable BlackI am 46 years old. I slept in that sundress and headwrap. Sure vanity and professional modeling experience made me put on eyeliner…Apr 10, 20202Apr 10, 20202
It’s the End of This World, and I’m Grateful. I Feel Good!This is me. I took this at about 5:30 am today, March 17, 2020. I am wearing a snuggie and a snood I made from a scrap of cloth from a…Mar 18, 2020Mar 18, 2020
The High Price of Being Fat, Black, Ugly and CrazyI know it’s an unpopular opinion, but I mourn my abortion. I don’t regret having it. I was young and a shit show, but I do mourn the fact…Jul 19, 2019Jul 19, 2019
Happy Memorial Day? Is that what we say?I have held in my hands two flags that had been draped over a coffin. The first one, was my great Uncle Dick’s flag. I found it wedged in a…May 26, 2018May 26, 2018
Lotioning UpGrowing up, I took the application of lotion for granted. It’s just what you did after a bath. Your skin — all warm and thirsty — lapped up…May 15, 2018May 15, 2018
