Ode To Meghan

They ask me, again, why I’m playing the race card, and I tell them I’m not playing – but yes – this is the race card; and now I’m laying all my cards, flat out blunt and openly on the table. Yes, this is the race card, because the media’s still separating the black suits... Continue Reading →

PixeLies

Zuckerberg grabbed our minds and programmed us. Plagued us, exploited our data, social media raped us. Weaponised our data, Jobbs forced screens into our hands, fed us fake ideals through our glands. And I know you understand, because likes and follows, are the most valuable currency in this land. Data worth more than oil, follows... Continue Reading →

Intersectional Feminism

Stop, don’t tell me that again, I don’t want to hear it. Don’t tell me your feminism is intersectional, when you use the doubled broken backs of black women to elevate yourself. Don’t tell me your feminism is intersectional, if the only time you support black women, and black girls is when you see our... Continue Reading →

It’s Happening Now: Pray for Sudan

It’s happening now: A massacre in Sudan. And I know it’s not being plastered all over your screens, Like the fire that took Notre-Dame. Not being reported by your trusted BBC and Sky News, who hung their heads in solidarity for France. But it’s happening now in Sudan: A massacre. So, why don’t you consider... Continue Reading →

Hear This

We will never be enough, being a woman will never be enough. Creator, life giver, carrier, and still, we will never be enough. Alabama, you’re so wrapped up in your pro-life sentiments, Northern Ireland is cheering you on at the sidelines, with Trump and your other right wing, right hand allies.  Pro-life but who’s life? ... Continue Reading →

Appeasement

A year ago: Sorry you feel uncomfortable Sorry I shattered your idyllic visions and Sorry I tarnished your childhood home and located it somewhere other than heavenly Sorry I transformed it and muddied your precious memories Sorry I brought it up   Today: No, I won’t apologise for your discomfort and no I won’t apologise... Continue Reading →

Imprints

Imprints on our skin, fresh in our blood:   Straighten your hair, they slurred, as they staggered past. Straighten for you means whiten, Europeanise. Force my tight, nappy curls between the hot iron clasps of your European beauty standards; making myself acceptable for your viewing.   Her hair’s grey but she’s black, they laughed. Your white privilege reaches beyond the scope of... Continue Reading →

Suicide and self-harm are not trends

Creating my own blog has allowed me to interact with the vast online writing community but has also exposed me to the harsh and dark side of social media. What struck and really upset me, is the large number of teenagers who had made social media accounts to promote suicide and self-harm. Just the other... Continue Reading →

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