Litany for Yemaya’s Love

My mother never took me to the shore. You forfeit power when entering the ocean. She only yielded to water behind closed doors. Ma’s sobs filled my dreams. She had dark emotions. You forfeit power when entering the ocean. Our house had this heavy humid southern air. Ma’s sobs filled my dreams. She had darkContinue reading “Litany for Yemaya’s Love”

Assist a Black Queer Person in Becoming a Midwife

Hello Blog Family! Many of you know this about me but for those who don’t: I am a Black Queer 18 year old who is determined to become a certified professional midwife (CPM). Black and Brown births MATTER, and the maltreatment against Black and Brown pregnant folks in the medical industrial complex is beyond unacceptable.Continue reading “Assist a Black Queer Person in Becoming a Midwife”

Autobiography after Margaret Atwood

The first thing I can remember is numbness. The sizzle the flat iron made when it pressed down on my hair. Burnt hair smell wavered in the living room as Momma desperately tried to make my afro presentable. A dissolution of my identity also hung in the air, but I wouldn’t really smell that untilContinue reading “Autobiography after Margaret Atwood”

Audre Taught Me How to Dance

I was forced to discover Assata Shakur, Alice Walker, Audre Lorde, and countless other Black writers on my own. In my English classes, we sat in huge circles and cheered as Emily Dickinson and William Carlos Williams did the Carolina shag in the center. “One-and-two, three-and-four, five-six” replayed in my head as I watched themContinue reading “Audre Taught Me How to Dance”