Warning: This Will Offend You! Contains Feminist Material.

I don’t know how to describe in words the thoughts in my head and feelings that run through my body on a daily basis to wake up in the world being a woman. It’s not easily encapsulated into a phrase to capture the multifaceted fragments that make up my whole. While my blackness presents a

Selfishness of Grief

I read my first eulogy at a funeral at the age of six up on the podium of a Pentecostal Church while echoes of wailing resonated off the walls and glass stained windows. I understood then what death meant. My great-grandmother was never coming back and my family was filled with  pain. She was old