This essay about safe spaces (or lack thereof) is a reaction to a rather unpleasant experience I had at an open mic, and features a poem by the same title.
TW: False r*pe accusation Some spoilers Towards the beginning of this summer, my good friend and I read and raved about An American Marriage by Tayari Jones together. Aside from fueling the Black feminist in me, this novel has easily become a part of my personal canon of amazing literature, and solidified Jones as one ofContinue reading “Labor of Love”
Over the last several months I’ve been forced to grow in ways that I haven’t been able to begin naming until today. It started with the loss of close friendships and ended in a pile of social intricacies that I mishandled in some way or another. Fissures grew in my relationships with family members, myContinue reading “Transformation of Silence”
About a year and a half ago, I wrote a piece for my college’s only feminist publication ranting about the ways in which people police, invalidate, and deny the humanity of Black women when they reduce our feelings of frustration to mere unprecedented “anger.” At the time I was responding to an ex-coworker’s assertion thatContinue reading “Serena Williams Demands a Well-Deserved Apology”