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I’ve spent the last hour giving my unsolicited analysis (v. intentionally not using the word rant) of the sociological experiment known as Love Island on IG.No, no one asked my opinion. But in the immortal words of Janelle Monáe, prolific Black feminist scholar:“This ain’t parking—I don’t need your validation.” 😜 So. I saw a clip…

I’ve been dating more this year, and it’s been deeply revealing. Not just of what I like, but of everything I still fear. All my soft spots. The anxious little girl inside me who is as terrified of rejection as she is wired to expect it. I could let the pain that the possibility of…

For anyone navigating lovelessness in a world that tells you it’s your fault. For the Black girls who carry themselves like whole universes and still wonder if anyone will stay.For the ones told to “just be themselves” as if the world doesn’t punish us for exactly that.For anyone who’s been called too much for daring…

It’s always been easier for me to believe in other people’s ability than than to believe in my own. People I love, I can see their paths so clearly. I cheer for them. I hold faith on their behalf. But when it comes to me? I start grasping for formulas. The “right” way. The “right”…

Happy Valentine’s Day!!! Dropping this affirmation playlist that I used to play in the background while getting ready for the day. TBH, morning routines have become such a weird, yucky, compulsory part of hustle culture, and for a while, I felt like I had to meditate, listen to affirmations, etc., just to have the perfect…

Black Girl Memoir – Doechii St. Chroma – Tyler the Creator Omega – SZA Oscar Winning Tears – RAYE I Got You – Jaime Woods Human – rum.gold Woman Commando – Ayra Starr ft. Anitta & Coco Jones Mutt – Leon Thomas First Time – Teeks Thank You – rum.gold Supercut – Lorde Mr. Morale…

Jesus belongs with the oppressed. To hear what I’m saying, you have to put yourself in a paradigm where belonging doesn’t mean ownership. When I say Jesus belongs, I don’t mean that in the sense of possession. I mean it in the language of belonging, familiarity, community, home. My father was born under British colonial…

I know, I know, it’s been a while…I have been writing, though the words haven’t quite made it out of my mind and onto paper (or a computer screen). What can I say? I’ve been up to a lot—work, spending time with my bi-continental parents while they’re in this half of the hemisphere, and savoring…

This week, as I carved out time for gratitude, I realized much of it centers on people in my life: those who hold space for me to be myself, in all my messy imperfection. These people remind me that being human is not something to fix, but something to honor. This post is for them.…

The first semester of law school is rough. You get warned about it before you even step foot in your first lecture hall. For me, those warnings didn’t soften the blow; they intensified it. I take my role as my own protector and caretaker seriously, shaped by the little girl in me who had no…