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My words, my thoughts, my life. Writing my way to freedom.

My words, my thoughts, my life. Writing my way to freedom.

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7/5/16

I wanted to write a post on my labor and delivery but the only words I could find to describe the entire experience was overwhelming and exhausting. I spent nine months preparing for this moment. Nine months of growing, planning, prepping, and agonizing. The last few weeks of my pregnancy I obsessed over delivering vaginally and I never got to experience it. I went back and forth on creating a…

a month ago

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Home

I had to go home to recover for a few days while I was on bedrest. Prior to this, I hadn’t had an extended stay at home in years, mostly quick day trips and the occasional weekend. I was nervous because for as long as I can remember my childhood home was never the place I wanted to be. I like to joke that I knew in kindergarten that…

a month ago

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G.O.A.T

“Young man, who is Cassius Clay?” We turned towards the voice, the large man sitting at the front door of the small hardware store in Brooklyn. The sound of Muhammad Ali’s funeral service played loudly in the background. “Excuse me?’ My husband asked. “Who is Cassius Clay?” He repeated. “What do you mean? Cassius Clay is Muhammad Ali. Or do you want to know what kind of man he…

2 months ago

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The Power of Regret

I’ve never been one of those people who subscribed to the philosophy of living with no regrets. I’ve tried, believe me I’ve tried, to accept my past mistakes and move on. I’ve tried to be okay with fragmented and broken relationships, with people having the wrong impression based on a few bad experiences but I failed miserably each time. Whatever the case, I do have regrets.…

2 months ago

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#BlackSalonProblems

Every so often, a hashtag comes along on Twitter that I feel compelled to participate in, like #GrowingupHaitian or #Blacksalonproblems. I usually don’t get the opportunity to write about them because unlike social media, I don’t move that fast. Lol. I related to #Blacksalonproblems because my identity was so strongly attached to my hair growing up. Like most little Black girls, I was raised to believe that long,…

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