Blackness in Question

In middle school with limited examples of what black is supposed to look like, realizing my identity was no easy feat. Blackness wasn’t something I actively thought about. Growing up, I was immersed in white spaces with limited access to diverse perspectives. As most black people who grow up in white spaces, I was conditioned…

Addressing Racism Offline

A couple of days ago, someone I consider to be a close friend sent me this mildly offensive meme that for one reason or another, she assumed I would find funny rather than offensive and hurtful. Honestly, I wasn’t sure how to respond. Had it been something that somehow ended up on my Facebook timeline,…

I’m a black girl. I’m allowed to be vulnerable.

I’m shy and generally just¬†introverted. That’s the way I’ve always been. I never know what to say or when to say it. If there’s ever small chance of me being the center of attention, I flee with a quickness. School was a nightmare for this reason. Oral reports were the cause of too many panic…