Poem: Forget Me In the Headlines

You forgot my name already, Reduced me to my complexion. My skin, Mahogany, Caramel, Umber, Means I don’t have a story. My body, Riddled with bullets, Beaten, Raped, Stolen, Cold, Lies within the earth. My spirit, Trapped. Justice, Non-existent. I had a purpose. I have a name. You don’t use my name. To you, My life had no value. My headline doesn’t sell papers. It … Continue reading Poem: Forget Me In the Headlines

“Ladies, Watch Your Back!”

TRIGGER WARNING This post and/or pages it links to, contains information about sexual assault and/or violence which may be triggering to survivors. I have yet to meet a woman that does not take some form a precaution when entering the world. Despite our backgrounds, it is one of the factors that uniquely bond us. I do not leave the house without my small bottle of … Continue reading “Ladies, Watch Your Back!”

How Ladylike ๐Ÿ˜’

It is 2018, why are other women still being shamed for not being “ladylike”? I expect this attitude from my grandmother, I do not expect it from my peer group or those slightly under than me. According to antiquated gender stereotypes, women should be well-mannered, graceful, and modest (yeah, okay).ย When you do not meet the terms of your gender, you can be met with a … Continue reading How Ladylike ๐Ÿ˜’

“Stop Resisting!”

A phrase that, theoretically, is supposed to stop us in our tracks. Someone with coerced authority tells us to stop resisting and we are obligated to become compliant. Despite the egregiousness of the offense, we are expected to relinquish opposition and concede. We hear this command from police officers. We hear this command from government officials and leaders. We hear this command from complete strangers. … Continue reading “Stop Resisting!”

Thoughts From a Kid You Would Have “Walked Up To”

2006- One day, during my freshmen year of high school, after the bell rang alerting us to move to our next class, a group of kids in my biology class laughed behind me as I gathered my binder and backpack. I began to walk out of the classroom but stopped to turn around with a confused look on my face. “WHAT!?” One of the boys … Continue reading Thoughts From a Kid You Would Have “Walked Up To”