biracial – French Girl in Brooklyn

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”

#BlameItOnMaxwell.

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 atContinue reading “#BlameItOnMaxwell.”

#tbt

My hair was too wild and my skin too brown – so they said. I wished my hair was straight and long and my eyes clear as the sea, so they’d like me. I wanted color lenses so badly so I could be pretty [too]. It was hard, not being acknowledged in so many ways.Continue reading “#tbt”