“I do the work”, “we do the work”, “this is the work.” “The work” is invoked so often and vaguely by self-described activists and organizers that whatever meaning it had (if it ever had any) is long gone. People brag about “the work” they’ve done without naming what it is…

I buried my friends in childhood and I was never free to mourn. There was always school, and homework, dishes that needed washing, and a beating I had earned. There is no space to grieve loss, when it is never ending, when you are slowly being killed. So I mourn…

I’m not against theory or reading, but I am firmly against the paternalism of middle class academics who presume greater knowledge and intellectual capacity entitles them to overtalk and silence us poor Black folk. These people have no tangible or material investment in us, our experiences, our needs, and our…

There’s been a lot of controversy over the Netflix film Cuties, with it being categorized by some as encouraging pedophilia and others as a Black feminist critique of the sexualization of girls, without much in between. If I’m being honest, my personal response to the film upon initially seeing the…

You may have heard me say this before. I’m sure you’ll hear me say it again. I intend to keep saying it as often and as loudly as necessary until the skies open up and the ancestors send for me, or until I feel a shift in the weight of…

I believe in prison abolition. I am not a perfect abolitionist. I believe that it is not only ideal but essential to our survival as Black people that we defund police, close prisons, and implement practices within our communities that are divorced from carceral systems. And while I am still…

“My mother was the first person to teach me that love looks like violence…” I was awakened to being pulled from my bed by my hair and dragged from my room to the kitchen. I was thrown to the grown and hit in my face repeatedly. I had no idea…