dear momma: breastfeeding is a gift, not a superpower.

when time jumps back on itself: the gifts of Black love

somewhere, there is joy: a stubborn prayer

this womb’s work: a letter to my body after child-birth

when the dust settles

Dear 2020 Self,

on kens & karens: why domestic terrorists must be named as such

for colored girls & the misogynoir that hates us

the fire this time: the sham of respectability

my slip is showing: soul bearing in the age of covid

on the holy: a tribute for women's history month

the keepers of the fourtold

how i know God is real: a love letter to black women

the spectacled black joy: an interrogation of cynicism

the bluest eye & the blackest gaze: an eschatology

meghan, martin l. king & queens

little girls, fictional worlds & the characters that raised us

popularity, publishing, & pushing through

this water speaks

the cacophony of justice.