The Form or How Moving to America Reshaped my Identity as a Black Woman

I was 23 the first time I was asked to officially identify my race. I had to fill an employment form and could only pick one option. The situation was anxiety-inducing because despite the fact of not being white, could I call myself black?  As long as I can remember, people always asked: “Tu esContinue reading “The Form or How Moving to America Reshaped my Identity as a Black Woman”

#ImHere

I used to be fearless But somehow, somewhere Things changed It took a while to heal It took a while but still- #ImHere Praise the little redheaded girl who pushed me – and I pushed her back: harder, to the floor – all because she was challenging my intellect. I knew how to spell “Oignon”!Continue reading “#ImHere”