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
It is said that we speak and see the dead when we are close to our death. We can touch them without anyone seeing. We can hear and feel them without anyone noticing. The educated ones call this hallucination. The traditional ones call this a deep connection with the dead. But it is a paradise before the uncertainty of the afterlife.
You adore them so much. You sing songs of praise to them when innocent women are put into shame, And slut shamed. You elect them into power and let them … Continue reading South Africa, You Love Rapists.
Because when I was seven I saw my mother got beaten to a pulp and left with bruised eyes and a shattered house and confidence. Because my father did not … Continue reading Because She Was Born a Battlefield…
To me, this was patriarchy embodied in scriptures and dogma. The systemic overruling of women and disregard for women in the church has been going for long.
I felt as if he was a cloud of darkness on top of me and inside me. I made a crying sound and I felt his hands that smell like butt cracks cover my mouth and I kept quiet.
You both have been the best definition of love I have ever known. When we get to heaven, I want you to be close to my lap again like you have all our lives.
When you are married, that is the only time you can sleep next to your enemy and wake up alive the next morning. As a young, black, township born and … Continue reading M A R R I A G E