We reach a dead end at most attempts to research our history unlike our White counterparts who can claim their ancestor touched the Magna Carta, shook Shakespeare’s hand, or navigated a slave ship that took my ancestors to America or to any of the islands in the Caribbean. Blacks have to make up things and end up passing down lies from generation to generation. Continue reading
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I used to think that to be a writer I needed to have an office space–a small, cramped space in the corner of a house with large enough windows for morning sunlight to bring life to my writing supplies; that … Continue reading
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Images replay in my head like a record that skips when it wants because you accidently scratched it when your daddy said not to touch it. Things come to me forewarned and on constant repeat like that as if it’s … Continue reading
As children, we understand a lot of things that we just can’t truly grasp how to express verbally. And, by the time we realize what we can express, it’s nothing but a metaphor in a story. Continue reading