Three Degrees of Separation
Happy isn’t the word I would use to describe my childhood. I’ll spare you the details besides the fact that it included kidnapping and abuse; this isn’t because I don’t think that my trauma narrative isn’t important, but because I want to highlight the important lessons that I’ve learned while trying to figure out who I am as a person, a scholar, and an employee. All you need to know is that I have had PTSD, depression, and anxiety since I was very young.
Selvan and the Golden Pear
Selvan knew that he shouldn’t be here. He wasn’t allowed outside after dark without his parents but he was on a mission, a hero’s journey to save his mother.
Salt the Earth
I shouldn’t be here, sneaking out on the same broom that my brother died on, but I need to see it. Need to be in its presence before I give what’s left of myself to the Altar, before nothing is left of me but smoke and name.
After Constellations Go Dark
It came at night like all quiet things do. “Volans?” I ask, a catch in my throat and fear already gripping me when I see how still she is lying on the threadbare rug, “Hunnie?”
She was everything. She was Jupiter dripping on Mars, a kaleidoscope shattering under bare, undeterred, dirty feet. She had been thin and so so tired
One day I wake up and feel as if I’m falling upwards-- as if I don’t have pounds and pounds of baggage weighing me down,
Black Girl, Black Woman Atlas
Black girl, Black woman, vivacious whistleblower, canary in the noxious mineshaft of centuries and centuries of oppression;
The sun rises in the east as Black and brown communities are forced to finger paint with the blood of their children the red lines on the flag of a nation