Category: Portfolio
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An Open Letter to Michael Harriot
Repost – Original publish date: 08/10/2018 Dear Mr. Harriot, As an old-school Hip-Hop head, I agree with Post Malone. “Right now, there’s not a lot of people talking about shit.” Hip-Hop has morphed into some type of fuckery that I can no longer relate to. It’s lost its soul. Now…
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A Steel Magnolia in Brooklyn
At my age: sassy and independent 23, my mother was the typical “single Black female addicted to retail.” So much so, that it pushed her into bankruptcy. Furs, cars, gold press-on nails, hair, and trips. Keeping up with the Joneses, literally. Throughout the ’60s and ’70s, my grandmother was a…
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Decoded
Drake understands women who went to college, Especially the first generation of Black women to go to college. The first generation of Black women to go to college usually understand their fathers. Their fathers understand them because their fathers were usually raised by single mothers. When their dads left, they…
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The Art of War
Adulting is chaos. Catastrophe. War. In its most recent bout: the Battle of Home vs. Homecoming, Home took the W. I used to think becoming an adult just meant wearing turtlenecks (my sweater closet is slowly evolving), having a career (which I’m falling harder for each day), having a long…
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Your MCM calls women females.
Every morning I wake up and every night I can’t sleep, I am plagued by first world problems. Conveniently bombarded with rapid fire news updates from around the world, I am also waterboarded with y’alls opinions. Like assholes. An acquired taste. Lately, there’s been a gnawing increase in the use…
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We Want Some Brothers Up at Events.
Last night, I had the privilege of attending the book release for She Begat This: 20 Years of The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill by Joan Morgan, author of When Chickenheads Come Home to Roost: My Life as a Hip Hop Feminist. (I’ll bless y’all with a review when I finish…
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By men, I mean Black men: the only men I date.
With friends across the millennial spectrum, I’m often reluctantly raked into conversations on cohabitation, marriage, and children. Meanwhile, I’m still figuring out if I even like men. By men, I mean Black men: the only men I date. The men that The Black Community has raised with a fragile and…
