“How come you have black mother?” an inquisitive young boy asked me. We were four, playing at a park near my childhood Chicago home. I stared at him blankly but never responded – I had no idea what he meant.
My existence challenges everything that you’ve been told to believe about me, which makes you uncomfortable.
If we truly believe that all people should have the ability to make the best decisions for themselves and to determine the course of their lives, we should take action to promote individual freedom and facilitate exercising of personal autonomy.
For me, Valentine’s Day is not just about celebrating romantic relationships, but also a day to celebrate the multi-faceted relationships with the numerous people in our lives, particularly my friendships with the amazing black women in my life.
Following my termination, I was faced with explaining to my girls that it was going to be hard for us for awhile, but we had each other and we would stay strong.
The purpose of the poem is to give you a snapshot into how I see myself. I could have told you I see myself in every woman of the African Diaspora, but I decided to honor the names, the victories, the struggles and the relationship I have to the women listed below.
Emerging anti-choice leader Ryan Bomberger took center stage mid-September at the Christian Right’s Values Voter Summit.
Audre Lorde once stated that if you define yourself for yourself then you leave no room for other people’s interpretation of you.
I am both a person of color AND a woman. I am both queer AND working class. I am always both/and without having the luxury of disregarding my multiple realities, which I don’t want to nor should I be forced to.