A black, single woman. Travelling on her own. The only one. With an afro weave. The odds aren’t in my favour.
even now
you still don’t know whether to call yourself a ‘victim’ or a ‘survivor’
we might bow down to each other and hold each other like newborn babies connecting our umbilical cords instead we use our bellies as swords waiting for the opportunity to strike
What decisions would be made by those in power if they physically felt the consequences of their actions?
This piece was written for and first published in Wild Tongue Vol. 2 – How…
The saree is many things: timeless, adaptable, non-discriminatory, complimentary, multipurpose and carries history in its threads.
He looks like
Lipstick on a coffee cup
He looks like
Daisy chains
The consistency of denials and erasure in Yassin’s videos is an important reminder of how pervasive an investment in whiteness can be to one’s overall world outlook.
I wish you would
Understand
how haunted I am;
how haunted we are.
I am the lovechild of the nation that birthed me and the nation that raised me, and neither wants to claim me.