Prompt: What it means to me to be black I journaled earlier, and that’s an exclamation point on the sentence of “what it means to be black.” I do have sp*cial need*. D*velopmental dela*. This touches all aspects of my life. But I have an added paranoia. I will go dark for moment. For 5 [...]
Prompt: What it means to me to be black. To be or not to be that is the question? Is being black a fashion statement? I can go get this black power shirt, right? Is being black a box, check? Going back to our ancestor ground of Africa, I’m from the Bahamas. Hands up with [...]
“Hey, so I’m curious, is there anything you regret?” The way she asked the question was as if she knew the answer. Perhaps not the exact answer, but she knew there was so much that I had experienced in life that the only honest answer would be a simple “yes”. The truth—I refused to acknowledge [...]
There will come a point in which I will have to ask myself, "will I ever be healed enough for anyone?" I spent my days in isolation, lonely in my thoughts, tiptoeing around the uncomfortably thick air of which was you. Many had asked if I was sure you were the right one for me. [...]
When I was 5 I dreamt of becoming an astronaut princess. I imagined myself flying through the stratosphere because I thought it was the furthest point called space. My uniform would've been a shiny pink ballgown with a crown and scepter, one that could shoot lasers at any alien lifeforms I met. Once I saved [...]
The Tales of Yesterdays The day was extremely hot and the air was suffocating. All the kids of the neighborhood would flock to our small house on the corner of Howard and Copley. My house was the place to go because my momma would make her famous lemonade on days like this. We weren’t well [...]
The Tales of Yesterdays I told myself that would never come back to this place again. This place is riddled with displaced emotions. It’s a place that haunts me yet it still welcomes me with open arms. Begging for me to allow it to be my comfort, then it swallows me and sends me down [...]
The Scorned Ruler I once heard of a place to which vamps could not reach. A magical place of wonder. It was sealed in an incantation by dryads before they were destroyed long ago. I was naive to believe in such a myth and it resulted in my family’s imminent death. I stood in the depths [...]
Gala Serks 