Who is she? Is she me? You? My spirit animal? Maybe she’s an attitude. She’s breathing defiantly in […]
Month: Nov 2017
-the seasons of depression
“I love Miss Letsaba because she is black like me” That was my Grade 3 contribution to my […]
I’m in the tube. Adjusting my camisole again. It has been riding up my thighs since I put […]
These womxn! The hair, the face beats, the clothes. Look at how creative they are. Listen to how […]
It is a defiant thought A growing rebellion My deepest, happiest, most frightening secret: I love myself even […]
