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“Not even water?!”

The smell of coffee tingled Marwa’s nostrils as she breathed in deeply. She shook her head and sighed. It was the first day of Ramadan. First day she couldn’t drink her usual cup of hot hazelnut coffee with french vanilla cream. First day of the blessed month. Glancing at her gold watch, she knew she was a few minutes late to work. At least she was already in the building, her main goal was to get to her desk before her boss arrived. She did not see his car in… Read more “Not even water?!”

An Analysis: Power and Being Black in America

The stories around me that are being told are the stories of being Black in America. Thinking about the different modalities, especially visual, the portrayals of the mistreatment of Black people in the media is a story that I am told on a daily basis. Whether it is on news programs, or on television programs, I am told the same narrative. These stories do indeed tell us how the world works; meaning, that there is power and privilege in our world. There are people with advantages and others with disadvantages.… Read more An Analysis: Power and Being Black in America

“You must marry an African man!”

Yeah. You read the title right. Guess who said that? My mom. So a few months back, my mom was talking to my aunt at her hair salon. They were talking about marriage, and my aunt asked my mom when I will get married. Yes, she’s one of those aunties at parties that always asks when you will get married. It’s really none of their business. Why are they so concerned? I really don’t know, but back to the story. My mom said not yet, and that she wanted me… Read more “You must marry an African man!”

self hate blame

Mama, I’m sorry. I am not the perfect daughter you have always dreamed of. Instead I am your nightmare. Praying to God for me While I squeeze your heart, till it begins to bleed black You approach me with kindness Your words melting into my ears, But mama, I am broken. I can never be fixed. Eleven years of pain was enough The things you did for me Ungrateful child, I am Mama, I beg you, Keep on, Praying for me. For God is on your side, And will be… Read more self hate blame

yes honey, representation matters.

I’ve come to realize that I love watching biographical films. They are fascinating and much more interesting than any other genre in my opinion. I remember watching the biographical film of Nina Simone, which is called Nina. The film was okay, it could have been better, but I’m not here to talk about the deliverance of the film. Let’s discuss the actress who was playing Nina Simone: Zoe Saldana. Saldana is clearly light skinned. Yet, Nina Simone was a dark skinned woman. Ask yourself this, why would a director choose… Read more yes honey, representation matters.

mother diaries.

There are times when I am given a look of disappointment from my mother as if I was the wrong fetus that was in her womb for nine months. I sit and I wait. I do everything possible to please a woman who sees me as- a regret? I am behind a wall that infringes me from touching and feeling an unwanted love from who I call mother, and who calls me- useless. I will now become useless and her- she will become mother, to me in anyway possible because… Read more mother diaries.