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
I encountered a small elderly woman and for data entry purposes, I asked who she had voted for. Her response troubled me: “Oh, I’m not
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
I haven’t “overcome” anything. Nobody swooped in to save me. I saved and I am saving myself one day at a time
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
“What do you take medicine for, Kaleb?” Everyone darted their eyes my way. “I have HIV.” I had swallowed all that stigma along with my
Today, I learned our school has little respect for us and our administrators made a choice to alienate themselves from the students they are supposed
I can’t even count the number of college applications I filled out yet never submitted due to my paralyzing fear of feeling I wasn’t good
After embracing my authentic self during the span of an academic year, I packed my bags to head home — and, with my clothes, conditionally
I could hardly sit still in my seat on my flight to Spain. Once I got there, I often thought of the Latino and Hispanic
This was not a suicide attempt. This was the precursor. This was the consideration. I should’ve called a helpline. Or texted. Or called my psychiatrist.
Getting ready to transition out of high school, I am learning much about myself, what makes me happy and most notably about how I undercut
