The Sisters' Corner

Ending My Self-Doubt: How Beyonce’s RENAISSANCE Called Me Out

I'm more COZY now than I have been... I am not a part of the #BeyHive. I am not part of any hive, army, or squad. So, when Part I of...

Where Does the Ancestral Rage Go?

Where does the ancestral rage go? Given what our ancestors went through, it doesn't just disappear.

You frustrated sis? (Poem)

A poem that was needed to process the chaos.

Lemonade: A Woman’s Narrative, Not a Man’s Confession

When I first heard about Beyoncé’s Lemonade, social media was abuzz with gossip. All I saw were posts speculating if Jay Z cheated, or...

Living Legends Deserve Their Flowers, Not Just a Thank You For "Back Then"

Giving them flowers means more than just flowers. There’s a lot of concerts I never got a chance to see Prince, Michael Jackson, Teena...

learning how to eat with my hands

I forever will eat with my hands like my ancestors did. I will never forget the first time I really ate with my hands— like truly ate...

Dolemite Is My Name: An Artistic Reality

Dolemite Is My Name captures the nuance of what it means to be an artist and the artistic condition that guides our path. Admittedly,...

Black Doctors Matter

Needless to say but it still needs to be said. I just turned 26, which means two things: I’m entering the last year of my “mid-20s” and...

Why Every Black Woman Should Revisit The Color Purple

Crying in public never felt so freeing. My friend and I hesitantly slid to our seats, brushing shins and knocking knees with our work...