our anger has no ability to destabilise they have grown accustomed to our anger. our anger is their profit deliberately deliberately they anger us the more… Read more “A Lament of the Growing Futility of our Rage”
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decay
of depression
Broken Friendships
I caught myself thinking about you the other day I catch myself wanting to tell you things I find myself telling stories about you I think I… Read more “Broken Friendships”
The Bitch is Back
Who is she? Is she me? You? My spirit animal? Maybe she’s an attitude. She’s breathing defiantly in toxic white hypermasculine spaces She’s loud Black Unwaveringly herself… Read more “The Bitch is Back”
Withering
-the seasons of depression
Because They are Black Womxn, Like Me.
“I love Miss Letsaba because she is black like me” That was my Grade 3 contribution to my school’s annual magazine. I think we might have been… Read more “Because They are Black Womxn, Like Me.”
Arriving at Black Girl Fest. A Love Poem.
These womxn! The hair, the face beats, the clothes. Look at how creative they are. Listen to how smart they are. How is it possible that all… Read more “Arriving at Black Girl Fest. A Love Poem.”
Of Defiant Love
It is a defiant thought A growing rebellion My deepest, happiest, most frightening secret: I love myself even when I am love and hate all at once… Read more “Of Defiant Love”
Black, Black, Blackity, Black: A Caucacious Encounter with a Becky
“the other day…you know…sit down, let me talk to you. The other day when you were dressed… in your clothes, you look very pretty, you’re a pretty… Read more “Black, Black, Blackity, Black: A Caucacious Encounter with a Becky”
Coconut Oil
I’m sitting here, on my bed, on her bed, a strange bed, it is still my first week in England. I have just taken a shower and… Read more “Coconut Oil”
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