She took the time to comb her hair. Pressing her appearance. Beauty was established in school. It was personal. Straightening was self-image. - “Nappy,” “kinky,”,...

The woman in me I would like to express my grievances.  I’ve been caught in a life held by the disadvantage of how every black girl needs her mother. - I’ve...

Some 400 years ago the unruly Whites began the mentality that the inferior Negro lay bound in shackles. - Years-long practices in abuse pressed silent wonderings. Dark...

I often wonder will the color of my skin always hold memories and caress lashes in the eyes of others. - Though I be black, I be woman. So might I stand behind...

Call for a voice given to me by God. Crafted by my ancestors to bring to me the perfect peace. A tree deeply rooted inside of me, guided through generations of...

When I met your mother the calluses on her hands  showed me the kind of boy you are; one who is well cared for. Her hands told the story of  the kind of...