Spine: Internalized Racism, Sitting up Straight, & Claiming Space
“Sit up straight,” Mama perpetually told me when I was a young girl. It’s the one thing my Mama told
“Sit up straight,” Mama perpetually told me when I was a young girl. It’s the one thing my Mama told
I fear for my child(ren) for my grandchildren they want to steal my voice & put it in a pipeline
My being is not synonymous with struggle. My being is not interchangeable with the sound of something breaking under the