Anger, Beckys and Karens

Dearest Friends, While reviewing “Plantation Wife” for a book of poetry I’m compiling, my cousin remarked, “You have a lot of anger towards white women.” It wasn’t an accusation, it was an observation. Stemmed in truth I hadn’t recognized. I sat with her comment and began to explore and reflect on my relationship with anger,Continue reading “Anger, Beckys and Karens”

Under Siege

Dearest friends, I had a dress code until I was 28 years old. What was physically forced on me then became my choice, as it was forced within my psyche. A year and a half ago, at 31 years old,  I told myself I was beautiful, and I actually believed it for the very firstContinue reading “Under Siege”