Protect and Keep, Pt. 1: A Letter to Kha

Dear Khaseen, On Monday, September 16th, I sent a check-in text to my goddaughter because the school year had started and I didn’t hear from her. She said she would give me a full report when things settled. The Friday of that week, she texted that she hates AP Physics and that her friend was... Continue Reading →

My Therapy Sessions with “Perfect 10”

I was reluctant to listen to “Perfect 10” on DJ Mustard's Perfect 10 because “Higher” featuring John Legend on DJ Khaled’s Father of Asahd pulls at the heart strings like the moon on the tides. Until recently, I decided to press play…then left it on repeat…It reminds me of the therapy sessions with my real... Continue Reading →

notes in the margin: “no.”

  No. Nah. Negative. I will let you know. Let me think about it. Not a good fit. I got you... Silence. So what is the root of the fruits that I bear? Rejection, a loss (an "L"), or said another way, "No." Everyone faces rejection, but when it comes to my hustle and my... Continue Reading →

notes in the margins: roots and fruits

What kind of fruit are you bearing? A number of people have called me a perfectionist. I’m not a fan of the term because I don’t see myself as one. At all. I am particular and sometimes stubborn, but that’s not a perfectionist. However, there are few things that I have accept and appreciate with... Continue Reading →

“Spark the Brain”

This was originally slated as a tribute on Tupac’s birthday (June 16th), but since the assassination of Nipsey Hussle, I decided to publish it now. But before you start reading please watch this video: Tupac’s foreshadowing was short-sighted. I don’t think when the rapper said that he would “spark the brain that would change the... Continue Reading →

Theory II: The Face of A Queen

In Theory II, I propose what the “Queen” could look like if her face was not destroyed. I give her not only a face, but a voice as well drawing inspiration from the Black Girls Rock. To do so, I invoke  Black women throughout history and their words that continue to navigate between various places... Continue Reading →

Theory I: Flesh and Fragment

    Overview This project was inspired by and drew from Alexander Weheliye’s Habeas Viscus, Hortense J. Spillers “Mama’s Baby, Papa’s Maybe: An American Grammar Book” (1987) and Sylvia Wynter’s "'No Humans Involved': An Open Letter to My Colleagues" (1994) in connection to the Black woman's body through time and space in conjunction with “Fragment of... Continue Reading →

Our Love Songs

Yeah, the older you get, man, more you appreciate know The real babes They don't get offended when you say shit Ayo, we good? Let me know when that drop Recently, rapper Wale dropped his video for “Black Bonnie” featuring Jacquees. When he first teased us with the shot I was excited. Then I read... Continue Reading →

Check Mate

In my Rough Drafts & Hard Times piece, one of my homies noticed something was off. I mentioned the deaths that were in the news, but when it came to the suicides, I wrote about the reactions of others. Knowing how I feel about the topic, he realized that I skipped a few steps. He... Continue Reading →

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