I keep waiting for you to leave. I look for it, the look he has embedded in his eyes, the frown lines nailed to his forehead as if he constantly wonders why I’m his. I search for it in your touch: it being the absent loving touches he fails to bless my mother with,...

A black woman cannot be over simplified, which is a repeated tendency of society which has become so ingrained in our living and thinking that it has become hard to identify. Through social and mass media or even through social interaction. A woman that embodies a vast number of elements that make her holistic...

  They say it is an abyss into which you want to fall only to reach the bottom and be blissed by whatever you find. Will I be at peace with the faults of this supposed being, When I cannot accpet my own. While my desire for jurisdiction over takes the covert to be...