let me tell you about the good days on the good days, it feels as though my skin were tingling my feet dance I catch glimpses… Read more “the good days”
Tag: Black Girl Magic
2018: Unwaveringly Herself
Unwaveringly herself! The first time I wrote those words it was almost flippantly. In an Instagram post even. But these two words. That effortless phrase, has become… Read more “2018: Unwaveringly Herself”
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.”