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 →

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