No one sings songs for sad black girls. There’s no national outcry when black boys kills themselves due to bullying. Black tears don’t conjure feelings of empathy. No one writes love on the arms of black people.
(via the bad dominicana)
Tales of a traveling Tiger. From Princeton to California to London and beyond.
A little more than you asked for
for the girls falling in love with themselves...
Class is now in session
From theory to "Blaxis" A constant state of action and reflection rooted in Black thought(s).
thoughts about intersectional feminism, social justice, and medicine
writer. mother. part-time hippie.
something queer is coming
Cultural Empowerment for Black 20somethings
Celebrating Beauty of All Shades
A Look into Life, Love, Experience and Growth, 100 Words at a Time.
One Woman's Quest for the Richness of Self
Ink Lines of My Life
Moore To Life
a little bit of words on a little bit of everything
assorted musings and commentary by a curious human