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 →
The last line of my first blog post reads ‘Black people need to do better.’ Now, eight posts later and I’m opening with this same belief in mind. From what I’ve seen, black people are one of the most racially divided groups. There is a massive lack of unity presenting the black community as a... Continue Reading →
‘Go home. You’re not welcome here. Go home.’ Show me home, this place which you shriek and shout of, this place you shower in my face as you shove past me in the street. Show me where my home is, draw me home, paint me home, where I used to safely play sticks and stones,... Continue Reading →
Nothing could be more unlike Beaten, broken male bodies, shot dead in the street for resisting arrest, for standing unarmed, for talking back. Black BOY; nothing could be more unlike liberation. Twenty-seventeen, Libya host African, migrant slave markets. Auctioning off human life as merchandise; a mere four-hundred-dollars. Cheap. Any takers? Free on record,... Continue Reading →
