Black Skin

Sometimes I wish the Black would Rub right off my skin. I wish that my kinky hair would lay flat on my head like an obedient child, that the world would accept me. Those days I hide in too big clothes that Hide the folds of my body, wrap my hair Under hoods as I … Continue reading Black Skin


Off the Edge

We weren’t supposed to be here. Due dates, long mornings at work, the future laid behind us, calling us to come back to fulfill the destinies we had chosen for ourselves on the cusp of independence. We don’t heed the call. Instead, we face the ocean, the calming waves pushing against our feet by the … Continue reading Off the Edge