This is Me… February 8, 2019 Growing up I was always proud of my black skin. The pure essence of being black made me proud and feel like I could do anything just because by society’s standards I was expected to fail – I have always been a little militant. However, as I looked around …
Angry Black Woman At the age of 9 years old, I had my first experience of what it was to be called Black. I was in music class learning a new song, the Black national anthem. My classmates, who were also predominantly Black, and I were just not getting the song right. My music teacher …
Chosen Take a trip with me to grade school…P.E. class to be exact. A time when you had to play a team sport like basketball. I absolutely hated playing these sports. Flag football, basketball, softball, were the worst but we all had to participate, all for that passing grade. I vividly remember the teacher calling …
The Fall August 28, 2017 Monday morning I fell in my shower. My immediate thought was not to laugh, it was not to cry but to look around and wonder who was going to come for me. Truly, my first thought was who was going to yell into the bathroom to see if I was okay. Who was …