Depression
-
The Potomac: “hanging is not an option”
i can too easily see myself in sepia— toes reaching for the dirt, empty eyes reflecting the sun, my neck stretched out to greet heaven— i’ve never been taller.
-
The Fem: “Black Girl Down”
My non-black friends suffer from memories that I can hardly imagine, and I don’t doubt the depth of their scars. But I know that certain stains on my sadness are not shared between us; they are not due to a chemical imbalance or personal trauma. They are marks left simply because of the color that…
-
The D-Word
Perhaps because my only sibling is an older brother by several years, I spent most of my childhood entertaining myself. Sure, I hung out with other kids in the neighborhood, but when I couldn’t, it was often me, myself and my Barbies. I believe that this is one of the main reasons I am very comfortable…
The Alvearie 