Who Taught You To Hate You?: Defying the Standards by Healing

I was born in West Philly to two amazing parents. We are African American. My father and mother both drilled in me the idea of being proud of our culture and heritage. My mommy always taught me to love my chocolate skin and was always confident about hers. My father named me Kenya (my middle…

Dear Mom: 5 Lessons While Mourning

Dear Mom, I stood in the our living room this morning. The room you’ve coined the “white room” adorned in white and sparkly tapestry, riddled with family photos causing a tour through time speaks to me. It’s as if your voice echoes even louder in this room and I can hear you calling me from…