Empty words

I still remember the exact day I found out I was black. I went three glorious years completely removed from the concept of categorizing human beings by the activity of their melanocytes. In my three-year-old mind, people were kind, or mean--protective or untrustworthy. I was learning to put together letters to read words. I remember … Continue reading Empty words

Changing Ocean Blue

I waited in excitement for a friend who agreed to come over and watch a film. So many people agreed to things, then cancelled, that I formed a list of dependable candidates in my head, no matter the type of relationship, and she was one. She was definitely someone on the path of friend and, … Continue reading Changing Ocean Blue