The Blackness of Beychella
“Thank you for allowing me to be the first Black woman to headline Coachella.” “Ain’t that ’bout a bitch.”
“Thank you for allowing me to be the first Black woman to headline Coachella.” “Ain’t that ’bout a bitch.”
Birds of a feather flock together. From a young age, parents and mentors tell us to be mindful of the company we keep, that we should be careful who we make friends with because they’re a reflection of us.
I’m typing this with my left hand; my right is out of commission. The story is a long one, a lengthy tale full of adventure, sorrow, and children’s movies.
Hello! Happy Halloween! I’ve been thinking about death and dying a lot lately. So, naturally, Halloweentime is the perfect time to write and publish this post.
Today is my birthday! As of today, I am a quarter of a century old. A lot of stuff has happened in the past 25 years, and I wanted to share it with you, and me. I wasn’t sure exactly what I wanted to write, but I wanted to make it special and poignant; it
Having depression is not feeling sad all the time.
Millennials are murderers.
I miss you.
I’ve been in California for one year (and one week…it took me a lot longer to write this than I planned.)
If there’s one thing you should know about me, know that I have the memory of a goldfish. It’s one of my least favorite features about myself because it impacts my life so severely, at least in my mind, every day. If I am in the middle of a story and somebody interrupts me, there