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The Essence of Freedom

A survey of the world by a neurotic black girl.

    • Coming Out of the Shadows
    • Welcome Back!
  • Running From my Woes

    Even though I wrote this a couple of months ago, there isn’t anything about it that isn’t true today. It’s 4 AM on a Friday and I am awake. And unlike everyone else who is returning from a late night escapade or readying themselves for an early work day, I am just awake and stressed…

    August 27, 2015
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  • Wayward Wanderer

    What does it mean to be lost?  It is often considered one who cannot find their home, maybe went a wrong way on a path or lost on a journey. However, there is often a loss that perpetuates the misdirection of the lost one.  This cannot always be the case.  We are all born without…

    August 26, 2015
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  • Motherland

    What is a mother? People often assume that a mother is a woman who gives birth.  As if the ability to carry a child and give birth is all it takes. A vagina.  A uterus.  Simple physical instruments that we did not request.   Many women don’t have the personality for motherhood. For many others, a…

    August 21, 2015
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  • An Ode to the Pen

    I have been trying not to choose the pen, but it is becoming clear that the pen is choosing me.  I have tried other methods, other mediums, as a means to free my artistic expression. Photography? But I have never once saved money for a camera. Portraiture? But I lack the delicate and deliberate hands…

    August 19, 2015
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