I am from hot combs,
From Blue Magic and Luster’s Pink Original.
I am from the stove in the kitchen.
It felt like unrealistic beauty expectations masked as tough love
I am from sunflower great field
Whose bright and tall necks beam
I’m from the Dance African Festivals and creative juices
From Anita Christie and Arthur Davis
I’m from the place where fabric is the tiles and sewing machines are light bulbs
and magical hands give selflessly to others
from the tomboy nicknamed Xena
and the bold and brave
I’m from the land of respecting others as humans, first
And Bellevue Hospital in the Lower East Side
And macaroni and cheese with candied yams
From the innovative
And the shelf of my hallway closet
I am from a long line of people confidently lost because even when stolen and kidnapped I know who I am.
Besides the freedom, liberation, and connectedness of Black Women in the United States, I'm passionate about improving the toxic interpersonal relationship between Black men and women. I think deeply about the ways in which Black women protect, coddle, and enable Black men and the ways Black men lack self-awareness and self-accountability, which both uphold hyper masculinity, misogynoir, and patriarchy within the black community.
I’m also passionate about the disconnect between African Americans and African people who are born or came to the United States. Both communities are intentionally misinformed, uneducated, and ignorant to the plights of one another’s struggles within this world. In addition, each community lacks the compassion and patience to learn about one another’s history. We’ve been manipulated into believing that we’re more different then the same. I’m passionate about changing those perceptions.
I paint and do arts and crafts for fun. I can be found writing out my goals, affirmations, and ideas surrounded by stickers, markers, and old journals. I love my nieces and nephews. I’m in Starbucks with my