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Cheering the Boots That’s Still Kicking Our Asses
The USA is home to Black people cheering on SS Brownshirts and censorship—and that sentence should rattle the teeth. We are watching a grim magic trick in real time: history in a cheap disguise, hoping nobody recognizes the smell. The Sturmabteilung once strutted through Germany claiming order, purity, and national pride, while quietly laying the…
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Sharpshooters of My Bloodline
Lately I’ve been thinking about my great-grandfather and his little brother. They were enslaved on the Barrow Plantation in Louisiana when they made the decision to run. How they did it, I will never know. At just eighteen and fifteen years old, they chose motion over fear, the unknown over the certainty of chains. They…
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Fabulous Me
In May, it will be twenty years since I graduated from college. Me—the high school dropout they quietly counted out. Me—the mother of two children by the age of twenty-one. Me—the welfare recipient society loves to reduce to a statistic. And also me—the college student who walked across that stage with a 3.8 GPA, a…
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When Blood Recognizes Itself
Lately, I’ve been seeing the faces of my ancestors in strangers. A jawline in the grocery store line. A pair of eyes on the bus that feel like déjà vu with a pulse. A woman laughing two tables over, her mouth moving exactly like my mother’s used to when joy caught her off guard. It’s…
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The Normalization of Foolishness
I will be 55 years old next month if the creek don’t rise, and I’ve never seen such foolishness from a standing president of the United States in my whole damn life. And people are acting like this shit is normal. Somewhere along the way, we got desensitized. Outrage fatigue set in. Every new scandal,…
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The Human Side of Myths: Stories of Monsters and Spirits
Across time and tongue, humanity has told the same stories under different stars. In the hush of night, around fires that crackled with both warmth and warning, people have whispered of spirits that rise, beasts that prowl, and angels that fall. But beneath every monster’s face and every god’s name lies something achingly human —…
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The Myths We Carry
Across time and tongue, humanity has told the same stories under different stars. In the hush of night, around fires that crackled with both warmth and warning, people have whispered of spirits that rise, beasts that prowl, and angels that fall. But beneath every monster’s face and every god’s name lies something achingly human —…
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A Message for My People
Most Black folks are regular people. We go to work and take care of our families. We have regular friends and family members. We live in regular neighborhoods. We lead regular lives. I know that the social media has destroyed the brain cells of so many people and got them thinking stupid shit but damn.…
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Don’t Let Hate Win
We are living in times where hate rules. Hate is the reason why the current president is in office. Hate of anyone other than themselves but now we all have to suffer. I’m beyond pissed but I can’t afford to have a seizure due to stress. I’m doing my best to not let hate overwhelm…
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The Main Reason Why America Ain’t Shit
So today, I was denied once again by disability who determined that I can work. Despite losing some cognitive function due to the medication I take for epilepsy, despite being diagnosed with anxiety, and osteoarthritis, despite being diagnosed with cataracts, and despite being 54 years old and living in a society that has contempt for…
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The Potty Mouth Granny 