Proof That I’m Doing My Job: Black Girls and Self-Esteem
It’s not that I hated how I looked, really. It’s just that after a while, it was hard to be judged, and not start co-signing...
Something Old, Something New: The Color of Love
Yup, I used to be one of them—the black woman who would throw dead fish eyes and hella shade in the direction of African American...
But Words Will Never Hurt Me…
By MELANIE EDWARDS There is this thing in the Latino culture where your parents, or other relatives, will often say terms of endearment that if...
The First Lady Ain't Nevah Lied…
See? This right here? It’s why I just love me some Michelle Obama. First Lady Obama told Prevention magazine in its November issue that she...
A Fathers Painful Reality: It Takes a Village to Protect Our Daughters
By NICK CHILES Before I make my case, let me get something out of the way: I think we can say without much argument that...
Who Gonna Check Me, Boo? The Hazards of Putting 'Em In Their Place
She played rugby and was big as hell one of those corn-fed, meat-and-potato girls who looked like she spent her summer vacation stacking potato sacks...
Wish Upon a Star With Disney and Steve Harvey
“When you wish upon a star, makes no difference who you are. Anything your heart desires will come to you. . . “ That’s the...
For My (Pro Union) Mom and Dad On Labor Day
For working hard And toiling long hours In hot factories On sore feet With tired hands But peaceful hearts For not enough pay And a...
For Black Moms Whove Considered the Cuss Out When the Playground Banter Is Much Too Much
Editor's Note: So I was fussing around on Twitter Sunday afternoon when I came across poet and writer Bassey Ikpi's tweets from the frontlines er,...
