Because memory-knowledge of those that have been and continue to be structurally marginalized, is often contested, Baszile adds to the canon of literature that contends that even through the eyes of girl-children, the world is but a complicated place and children can see through those complications.
He had to die in that perfect way, with a perfect number of stabs–all around his chest– and died close to the stream that was across the veld near our home.
You are writing this letter to your younger self, hoping that he could have been less stubborn. You thought your stubbornness was the best quality about yourself. How you must … Continue reading On Love, Grief, Poverty and Pain, Or a Letter to My Younger Self
I am certain that the kind of love that I want, wants me. The kind of love that stays knows I will write poetry about my past pain but that is not their reference book on how to love me better.
maybe you don’t call it depression maybe you don’t know its symptoms— maybe you blame the devil. it must be the devil, or the boy that left. … Continue reading I Tried Calling it Depression.
You need no one’s permission to want to stop living. Even for a small second. You’re allowed to let go.
and when you hold your new lover, when your breaths become the same, your heartbeats in sync like a lyric, and the you feel. your old love oozing. out … Continue reading make him wonder.
what if i am the one in need of healing? what if i love you, so much, that i still love him what kind of hell will that be … Continue reading this greed. this misery. what if?
and the night you have a lump on your throat when the air becomes too thick to breath, and your chest too heavy to carry you, or your heart … Continue reading autumn. you nearly died, for him.
The first time I loved a boy more than he loved me, I remembered my father. I remembered how my mother loved him more that he did her. I … Continue reading The Things I Know About Love
I have always been fascinated by the left hand. The way in which the gold wedding band curls around the ring finger. My mother’s left ring finger was … Continue reading On Revolutionary Motherhood: (In)Voluntary Spinstership and “Broken Homes”
“Living life as Black women requires wisdom [,] because knowledge about the dynamics of intersecting oppression has been essential…”—Patricia Hill Collins, Black Feminist Thought (257) The oppressive intimacy of … Continue reading A Tale of [Revolutionary] Motherhood: A Feminist Critique on (Post-)Apartheid Epistemology
Written by Gabriella L. Brown Feminist knowledge in the eyes of the academy is rarely seen as legitimate or shared among academics. Since feminist knowledge is always being questioned, … Continue reading The Metabolization of Black Feminism within Private Education