From September, 2016

with love: an open letter from your token black friend

  hey, It’s me Monique, your token black friend.  Do you remember me? It’s been a while since we’ve spoken, you’ve become eerily silent since the murders of Rekia Boyd, Tamir Rice, Sandra Bland, Alton Sterling – I could go on but I won’t bore you with semantics. You do sometimes like my posts about…

love poems: hairy legs

when a white feminist cries how many black women will she ask to hand her a tissue? three two to hold the box and one to wipe her tears when being privileged gets too hard for her how many of them will come to you for comfort? two and how many times, black woman will…