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 never decorated with a wedding band. Like Assata Shakur, she belonged to nobody but herself. She is an unmarried woman with six children—two boys and…Read more »
“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 apartheid to Blacks is as close as the roof is to the to the walls of a house, sometimes just as clenched fists of an…Read more »
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, the production of it in the world or in academia is slim. The academy continually aims to silence or hide the various feminist knowledges in…Read more »
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 to get away with corruption. You give them power to your wealth and into your souls. You wine and dine with them like guests of…Read more »
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 carry the burden of raising sickly children and loitered about and I barely knew him. Because her happiness he thought he could buy with plastics…Read more »
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 bred, Christian and culturally stifled Africa man – getting married is not my personal choice, it is a decision my parents have already taken for…Read more »