About | As a young black woman living in the United States, experiencing how the various systems and infrastructures of oppression, everything from education to employment, to interactions with individuals and personal relationships have contributed to the personal emotional blockage of black women. Where we often keep a lot of our experiences and feelings ofContinue reading “BTS | A Black Woman’s Tears”
Colours It started off as a strong need to create abstract landscapes and use 6B graphite pencil, exploring tints and shades within the pencil, going from hard to soft, etc. And then I wanted to do color, bright colors, free forming it. Once the first piece was complete I realized that it reminded me ofContinue reading “BTS | Colours”
I was interested, but unsure if you felt the same. A bread and coffee shop served as our mutual domain. Our interactions resembled the fare served there. Light and buttery.Deep, dark, and robust.Sweet and sharp.Stickiness that tickled the fancy… Unlike the weather, our growing interactions never waned But when you said my name and askedContinue reading “Croissant”
I still don’t know if you’re serious or if it’s an ongoing inside joke that you have with yourself. I can hear the chuckle and smug smile that paints your face, before it begins. ‘what are you eating?’‘food’‘what are you wearing?’‘clothes’‘your descriptive prowess is remarkable. I mean it’s truly extraordinary, the way use the EnglishContinue reading “Descriptive Prowess”
You said that you were refraining from cursing, even though the word was right there on the tip of your tongue, locked behind the bars, known as your lips. We were young in our friendships, so I did what I believed to be showing up for my friend in their time of need. So likeContinue reading “This Is What Showing Up Looks Like I”
It was a dark, clear and quiet night. We were still new to each other, maybe that’s what prompted my willingness to get into your car. I suppose I didn’t want our night to end. You didn’t either, which is why you whisked me away. Unsure of how to spend our extended time together, weContinue reading “Suggestions”
Until that day, I didn’t know that there was an art to apologies. It’s a phrase that spoken about in movies, television shows and songs, but never in real life. Looking back now, I can’t even remember what I was sorry for, but it was important to me. I was passionate, most of our argumentsContinue reading “Apologies”
Rambling, I do that often. I wonder if it’s like white noise to you, as you drive us through the forest, with trees, as you would describe, that kiss the sky. Rambling, ‘I’m afraid of feathers.’ I say. ‘I just can’t. They creep me out’, as if that utterance disrupted the white noise. ‘Why? WhatContinue reading “New Lips”
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