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 es de quelle origine?*” (what’s your background) or just assumed I was [insert whatever brown ethnicity they are acquainted with here]. Such remarks always came across as micro-agression, even more so because I had no answers. My mother is French and white, and I found out … Continue reading The Form or How Moving to America Reshaped my Identity as a Woman of Rich Cultural and Ethnical Background.
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”! and even when her daddy grabbed and shook me after class, I kept it together – and to myself. It took a while to heal It took a while but still- #ImHere Praise the mean girls of all ages who called me name and ugly; … Continue reading #ImHere
#iSurrender. To the Water, The Wind and the Sun. The Water. I drown deep and let my fears roll down my face. I exhale to the surface to catch my breath, inhale and drown time and time, ’til I can be myself again… #iSurrender. To the Water, The Wind and the Sun. The Wind. Infiltrates every corners of my soul. Touches every inches of my skin Blows through my hair; I shiver. Relieve the pain I was not aware of and was enduring – all along #iSurrender. To the Water, The Wind and the Sun. The Sun. So far yet … Continue reading #iSurrender
Isn’t it interesting how life can change so drastically in the space of a few months? How one year you are planning for future tense with someone and the next year you are just here, starting *fresh* cause there is literally nothing left but old pictures and fading memories. You wonder what’s next cause you are stuck, in a sense… not physically, but spiritually, which is never a good thing. It’s certainly temporary (at least let’s hope), and you need to make some adjustments. That’s also when *Friends* start moving differently around you cause your status changed. Some disappear cause … Continue reading #LifeBitsFallingIntoPlace
Soft and Sweet. I reminisce the Brightness of the morning. I reminisce the Taste of drunk kisses. I reminisce the Thrill of sleepless nights. I reminisce the Strength of my desire. I reminisce the Warmth of Your breath. & your tender caress. I reminisce the Scent of your face. Your hands through my hair. You calling my name. I reminisce how it feels like. I reminisce how it feels like. I reminisce… How good it feels. For now. #FirstBase ©️ Daphne Mia Essiet, 2015 Continue reading #FirstBase
“The Universe does not make any mistakes; She has been doing this ish* for a while now and it does not matter what you think you really want; I know you really, really want it, and it seems like this is IT – but you are confused; what you want is irrelevant because as the caring and loving entity she is, she will only give you what you need.” I did say that… and although I sometimes have my doubts, mainly driven by my insecurities, I BELIEVE in it. I BELIEVE in HER. The summer is not over, yet I … Continue reading #TheMessenger
You know you made the right move to go #ColdTurkey but now, you are going through #Withdrawal, and that ish* hurt like a MF. You think you are ok, and ultimately you will be, but at that moment all Hell breaks loose. You know that some “events” have little to do with you; however, it does not matter. Your confidence is fractured – yet again – your spirit is bruised – yet again. You feel as all could have been avoided if only you had done things differently. Really? Not really. But you know that you were the best you … Continue reading #Withdrawal
Once upon a time, we created music, and since then, nothing has ever been the same. There is a great deal of info we can deduct about each other, according to our musical tastes. Music fertilizes ideas, behaviors, shapes our minds, and inspires us. It’s incontestably one of the most powerful tools humans have at their disposition. The Beat is innate, as it mimics life, the heart. I think I was always moved, more than the average folk, by people and *things’ energy. I have to admit that it is a blessing, and sometimes a curse to reach this degree … Continue reading #BlameItOnMaxwell.
Although I do not miss my twenties, I religiously celebrate my 25th birthday’s anniversary every year; I jokingly do so as a reminder of an awesome time of my life when I didn’t care much about anything. I used to love the club! I think I was 16 the first time I had been in one, in my hometown. I wore a tight satin black pants and wear my hair in two braided buns like the girl in the “shimmy shimmy ya” video. The bouncer asked for our IDs, but we told him he saw it the previous week and … Continue reading I can’t get no satisfaction…