I buried my friends in childhoodand I was never free to mourn. There was always school,and homework,dishes that needed washing,and a beating I had earned. There is no space to grieve loss,when it is never ending,when you are slowly being killed. So I mourn now.Because I’m safer as an adultthan I ever was as a [...]
Tag: Reflections
Black Girls Deserve Love That Doesn’t Hurt and It Starts With Us
"My mother was the first person to teach me that love looks like violence..." I was awakened to being pulled from my bed by my hair and dragged from my room to the kitchen. I was thrown to the grown and hit in my face repeatedly. I had no idea what was happening or why. [...]
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