PinnedPublished inHuman PartsBlack, on Both SidesLiving between my Nigerian and African-American identitiesFeb 27, 20216Feb 27, 20216
PinnedPublished inHuman PartsBlack SkinI hate those stories, the ones where women recall how they once hated the shade of their deep dark skinFeb 17, 202116Feb 17, 202116
Masks of Denialthe sun had set long before i boarded the train for the first half of my long commute from Newark, NJ to Queens, NY exhausted fatiguedApr 30, 2021Apr 30, 2021
Running From Povertypoverty scares me it always has i remember the first time i met poverty on the corner of puritan avenue and roselawn street…Apr 27, 20211Apr 27, 20211
Starting a New Life on a Blank CanvasYou’ve got a blank canvas, that’s what they keep telling me they smile when they say it some of them even laughApr 24, 20212Apr 24, 20212
Published inHuman PartsI Do Not Want Our Mothers’ StrengthA poem about self-sacrificeMar 30, 20219Mar 30, 20219
Which Day Yo Go Marry?Cultural expectations that uphold unhealthy relationshipsMar 23, 202110Mar 23, 202110
Too Smart to Be Blacki traveled back in time 1994 to be exact and i saw myself with my head buried inside of my arms on top of the wooden desk…Feb 24, 20213Feb 24, 20213
Published inHuman PartsMy Life in Their FrameThe pursuit of a PhD from my urban vantage pointOct 18, 20205Oct 18, 20205
Published inZORAWhy I Won’t Teach a Book About Police BrutalityDocumenting black pain has no entertainment value for meJun 14, 201923Jun 14, 201923
Published inZORAThe Truth About Being a Black Woman in a Liberal CityDispatches from a disingenuously “progressive” city that still appears to have a race problemJan 28, 201984Jan 28, 201984