A young girls story

six a.m. its another morning and as usual she doesn’t want to wake up. Their teenage daughter finally pulls herself out of bed ten minutes later,turns on the light and begins her daily routine. She throws on her black jeans, tanktop, and a hoodie and rolls up the sleeves. She then throws her hair up… Continue reading A young girls story

river called denial

“I am a girl of color now,” she tells the mirror, again. I lay sprawled on th bed and watch her adorn herself meticulously. She brushes her long raven locks and braids them into one thick rope, adding such garish decorations as sparkling butterflies and golden flower clips. I sigh but she appears not to… Continue reading river called denial