HERstories

Because folks always assume that I am biracial, or some other colorful blend, I find myself often saying, “Nope, I’m just black.” Then a sting of disappointment hits my stomach and I feel guilty. What do I mean just black?

l'll state the obvious - motherhood is life changing. So much so, that it is easy (like really easy) to let it consume you. All of you. It can be a really great thing. Can I be real though? I'm hoping this is a safe place to say... it can be a really heavy thing.

I wanted to entitle it “our daughter”, but I feel it gives you too much credit To the boy who ever broke my heart ...that turned into the man that did the same .

Tiana the only Disney princess that didn’t descend from royalty already. I HATE DISNEY BRO and a bunch of these stereotypical euro centric appeasements they give the black community just to keep us at bay, but hey shit what do I know? Just rediscovering my voice in writing and shit this is supposed to surround motherhood anyways, right? Well Chile let me get started.

No one ever said motherhood would be easy. At least not any of the mothers I knew growing up. That may be because, none of these women I knew, talked about much of anything as far as love was concerned. You were told to go to school, get good grades, not to take candy from strangers, and don’t come home until the streetlights turned on.