The Black Girl Next Door

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.

Cry, my beloved country (a poem)

Cry, my beloved country For your children have forsaken you. They have placed themselves above freedom Turned their children to serpents, Cry, my beloved country, For your children weep with … Continue reading Cry, my beloved country (a poem)