Burnt Toast

I loved being a chocolate baby doll, I remember hearing “You’re so cute!” “Look at those eyes!” and “You have a head full of hair.” I never heard the qualifier “you’re so cute, for a dark little girl” all I heard was “cute dark girl”. It wasn’t until kindergarten, I started associating my skin complexion…

1975

I’m a product of emancipation, civil rights movement, and the first real drug epidemic to hit the Black community. Before there was crack there was heroin. Of course I was way too young to realize any of this, all I knew I was safe, full, and not wanting for anything living with my grandparents and…

Fear Part 2… Weight or Motivator

Fear is a powerful mind fuck. For over two weeks I found myself in the grips of fear over my mammogram results. My first appointment was canceled and instead of me searching for the silver lining, fear dug it’s claws in deeper. I promise I can feel the undiagnosed cancer spreading through my body. I…

Fear, My Super Power

I’m suppose to be writing about my past, my childhood. Reflecting on how other’s life choices effected my past, but on the eve of test to see if I might have breast cancer, I can’t stop thinking about what my future might look like. How procrastination will adversely effect my children. I’m so fucking angry…

Memories

In high school I was left a memory in the Last Will and Testament of my senior year book.  That year, while juggling two part time jobs, an internship with IBM, a relationship and high school I managed to forget every single thing that I was supposed to remember.  Every day when I climbed on the bus that would transport me and my classmates to…