– for inessa take that ghost of a slave girl body living inside your ribcage fling her far as you can from that whipping post i don’t mean the actual post in some hot-as-death clearing under some peeping-pallid moon where the moss hangs in banners of baby nooses i mean: don’t walk yourself to the […]
For bille and mama. Two women who taught me how to sing with my words. And never stop. —– march 27, 1948 even the photographers. standing front and center in the audience. aim their enormous steel faces at her. target practice. flash! bulls eye. just two days sprung from the big house. […]
dear mariama, i have this dream. it has many variations. always some sort of disaster. an earthquake shakes my childhood home. a fire burns it slowly to the ground. a tsunami swallows the whole neighborhood in one big gulp. the world around me falls and i spring into action. always there is another girl inside […]
one: strange. to begin to search is to accept borders. the endless geography of my body turned road map. after so many years of self-invention. of discovering my own. naming myself. making sense of an absent mother a mirror the only way i know how. the thought of searching. of reunion is nauseating. for so […]
In 2009 I started my blog “Inventing Her” as a platform to share (mostly with myself, family, and friends) my writing, rants, and journeys as a queer, transracially adopted woman of color. Three years later, it’s time for a change (cue Beyoncé’s “Upgrade U” here) so I will now be ranting and sharing my work on this new […]