All content by Dorisha Hendrix
October 20, 2021
She took the time to comb her hair.
Pressing her appearance.
Beauty was established in school.
It was personal.
Straightening was self-image.
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“Nappy,” “kinky,”,...
October 20, 2021
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.
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I’ve...
October 18, 2021
Some 400 years ago
the unruly Whites
began the mentality
that the inferior Negro
lay bound in shackles.
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Years-long practices in abuse
pressed silent wonderings.
Dark...
October 15, 2021
I often wonder
will the color of my skin
always hold memories
and caress lashes in the eyes of others.
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Though I be black,
I be woman.
So might I stand behind...
October 13, 2021
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...
September 23, 2021
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...
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