Como un polvorón crujiente, un mazapán recién abierto Los edificios de la ciudad se derrumbaron Convertidos en un polvo cruel Las calles se llenaron de personas preocupadas, Ciudadanos confundidos, tal vez derrotados Tan sólo lo pude ver en las noticias Con seres queridos, yo no pude estar Gracias a dios, la mia esta bien,…
Author and activist Sandra Cisneros kicked off the Latinx Heritage Month at Yale on September 15th. The kick-off was in the Yale Law School Auditorium and co-sponsored by the Yale Center for the Study of Race, Indigeneity, and Transnational Migration. Cisneros, who authored The House on Mango Street and is the recipient of both the…
Originally, I set out to compare my own personal hair experience in the United States versus in my experience in Ghana. However, considering SheaMoisture’s recent business ventures, I’ve decided to make a few changes. BLACK HAIR IS POLITICAL. Not just in the United States but everywhere. Policing Black hair has always been used as a…
My fresh ink represents going back to your roots But they could never imagine how hard that is When a tattoo begins to itch It represents the coming permanence As I travel back to the root of the diaspora To the castles that started it all Cape Coast Castle: A Seat of Government Built on…
You can’t place my face, can you? I mean, the skin tone kind of provides some insight, but my place of origin? A muddy lake of confusion and diasporic mystery. My junior year of high school, someone remarked that I had “Cherokee” eyes (wtf). When I was fourteen, someone complained that “Black people are so…