This was a personal essay i had written for a program I was going to apply for but I never ended up sending it in! Thought I would share her

Zaa-neh-leh. Zanele. My name is a burden, a hunk of identity, packed heavily onto my shoulders. My knees buckle under the weight, my mind...

Dear queen of leopard print, queen of the lions layer, queen of all that repulses fragile, feeble minded men I want you to know that my...

My reflection on a blooming woman's riveting interpretation of the paths followed through the coarse of American slavery. Am I more or...