My Perfectly Flawed African American Mother

My mother died the day before my birthday in 2014. Not a great way to look forward to a birthday celebration, right?? My birthday is exactly one month from now and her death will be three years on the 24th of July. I am a poet, spoken word artist, and definitely a writer on many…

Mary McLeod Bethune: Bethune-Cookman University and her other Legacies

“The drums of Africa still beat in my heart. They will not let me rest while there is a single Negro boy or girl without a chance to prove his worth.” ― Mary McLeod Bethune   “I was born and reared in the South and no southerner has greater love for the land of his…

BlackGirlChronicles: What is…LOVE?

What is…LOVE??? My daughter asked me this question over a week ago.  What was my definition of love? Was I ever in love?  I couldn’t give her an honest answer as I looked back at my life.  Looking back on my past relationships, I realized that I never loved them like love is “supposed” to…

America’s Lies: I Am Not Your NEGRO

Last Friday (February 3, 2017), I was privileged to watch the documentary called, I am not your Negro featuring James Baldwin and directed by Raoul Peck.  Baldwin was just getting into a new book titled, Remember This House in 1979 on the lives and assassinations of Medgar Evers, Malcolm X, and Martin Luther King, Jr….

A girl’s story

Originally posted on Breaking Moulds:
“There is no greater agony then bearing an untold story inside you.” -Maya Angelou Once upon a time, there was a girl who was given a heart to call her own. It was the prettiest thing she had ever seen: large and bright and made of something like glass. She…

Black Woman, Where does it Hurt? EVERYWHERE

Tonight is New Year’s Eve and I just finished watching the movie, Fences starring Viola Davis and Denzel Washington with one of my girlfriends and it left me speechless.  I went through so many emotions…hate, love, joy, and many more.  It was a great and powerful movie and I really enjoyed it.  The resilience that…

When HER Fairytales Collided into the Streets of Philly

When HER Fairytales Collided into the Streets of Philly I was the one that dreamed about fairy-tales…because my reality was far harsher than Snow White eating the poisoned apple. I dreamed of that white knight in shining armor to whisk me away to a beautiful house, 2.5 kids, and a small dog. Surrounded by drugs,…