“Rafiki” My love. by Kim Ndegwa
“Rafiki” My love. As a child, I didn’t have the standard societal judgment expected of someone raised in a Kenyan household. I would say this was because of the sheltered…
“Rafiki” My love. As a child, I didn’t have the standard societal judgment expected of someone raised in a Kenyan household. I would say this was because of the sheltered…
It has been long debated among Black Scholars, Activists, and Icons that Black History Month during February, the shortest month of the year in the Gregorian calendar, is a blatant…
If I ever forgetI want you to remember for mehow you caused joywere anticipatedcelebratedyears before you were born If I ever forgetthe day you first smiled at usremember that your…
It may seem simpleA flipped switchBut when you ask me not to codeThis is what I hear Risk your incomeyour jobRisk safetysecurityRisk sole provisionfamilyRisk reputationstandingRisk rumorsretaliationharassmentblacklistingtrust You’re asking me to…
The resurgence of the Black Lives Matter movement in the past year has nurtured important conversations centered around systemic racism, about how widespread and deeply ingrained it is in our…
i wear rings.i decorate my hands like a strong man’s—like a king’s.my hands aren’t dainty,they’ve never been pretty,but they can look strong. but i’m not a man.i want to have…
A Personal Essay by Santana Teresa-Mari Coste I’m going to be honest, most of what defines ‘conventional’ femininity is complete garbage. Most of it, because it: A) doesn’t serve the…
i’m listening to Noname for the first time.i had heard a song of hers before, but not the full discography.this is a feat for me—in middle school i hated rap….
It was quietso soft she barely heardeach new word a raindroporecognized later as a tear It wasn’t a call to armsor loveor awareness It was perspectivea gentle notean insight To…