How do I rise with your foot on my back? Did we not break bread together last night... The sting in your voice disrupts growing lilies in the yard. I'll shoo you away again so the thunderstorm doesn't block the sun!
The results came in for the U.S. Presidential election. I was shocked and just wanted to be whisked away by Joseph Gordon-Levitt. Not that I am a woman who needs "saving" - I just want him to hug me. The campaign went on for what felt like a decade and it all to come down… Continue reading Progress Will Not Be Halted
The first anniversary of my grandmother's death will be here in less than two weeks. Not long after her death my Dad told me about how she had wanted to be a wealthy white woman. This was her dream. I was angry when he first told me this a few months after her passing. Why… Continue reading The Drifting of Black Lives