
This Pandemic Is Not a One-Way Street
This pandemic is not a one-way street. It’s actually more like a seven-way intersection with broken traffic lights and unsavory weather conditions. It’s turbulent, and
This pandemic is not a one-way street. It’s actually more like a seven-way intersection with broken traffic lights and unsavory weather conditions. It’s turbulent, and
One group gets the chance to live and learn and ultimately build a subconscious set of rules as to what is acceptable in the school
This is a little comic I made about my own mental health experiences. I have a lot to do, and I was struggling to keep
The pandemic had affected me and my mental health. No social time with friends. Being at home all day, everything just felt like a repetitive
They looked up words that mean “stupid” in African to insult me They look at my hair products as if they are dirty They call
I could not comprehend why my family would choose this path. I only later realized that it was not a choice. They were stuck in
After I cut off my relaxed hair, reactions were swift. Some applauded my bravery. Others expressed displeasure: Was I trying to be a boy, was
Dream It’s been our dream to become a travel nurse since forever. So I wonder… Did we make it? Are we getting there? I wonder
A friend once told me that a real writer reveals their wounds and creates them into a masterpiece. A friend once told me that a
Story by Jaylin Ellison/VOX Media Cafe Black is beauty. Black is strength. Black is intelligence. Black is excellence. Looking out upon the world, I have