“I am pretty.” I would say to my mom, knowing she was going to agree. “You are,” she always replies. “You’re the prettiest girl I have ever seen.” But I don’t feel pretty. I lack confidence in every sense of the word. My self-esteem has taken a toll on me for as long as I… Read on
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Last month, when Samuel L. Jackson and Brie Larson announced Spike Lee’s Academy Award win for Best Adapted Screenplay for “BlacKKKlansman,” the first thing I did was get up and scream. It was late, my siblings were probably asleep, and my mom was already tired of my cheering and grumbling in response to the previously… Read on
Being on stage with these people demands that I use every ounce, every single essence of my energy, of my flame, for this piece of art. Holding back would be an insult. Read on
I haven’t “overcome” anything. Nobody swooped in to save me. I saved and I am saving myself one day at a time Read on
I gave the lady my address — not that it was any of her business. It didn’t seem like a crime to want to talk to one of my only good friends on this side of town. Read on
Administrators asked, “How could your parents let you out of the house like that?” Leggings aren’t the problem. Talking to high school students in that manner and threatening not to let them go to class is what is truly distracting. Read on
