The Bells

At 9pm,

The bells rang

And we glanced up

Admiring the stars

Wondering where we fit in.

At 10pm,

The bells rang

And you reached for my hand,

Nodding at each other

We knew.

At 11pm

The bells rang

We lay our heads on the grass

Curling our toes around the spears.

At midnight,

We were gone.

Possibly a part of the stars.

No longer tangible.

And still the bells rang.

#SorryNotSorry: Not Needing to Forgive

“It’s fine,” you begrudgingly reply.
You have to say it because you were taught to be the bigger person. Despite what they have done, you want to remain polite. You don’t want a confrontation – it’s bad enough that it even got to this point. After all, they did apologize. You don’t want to seem stubborn or bitter.
But why the hell not?

Life Simulations: Are You Playing to Win?

As huge of a fan that I am, there is a major problem with these games. As we began to age, there is an increase in the dissociation of self caused by them. From what began with being participants in costumes, and continued to masking our wishes behind dolls and action figures, we are now merely tapping a button. Simulations have become a double-edged sword. On one end, now more than ever, we are truly allowed to transport ourselves into another life without making any adjustments; however, in this transportation, we miss our stop, forgetting that in this instance, the journey is not the destination.

On Being a Woman on the Streets

As progressive as I believe to be, there are times where I find myself reverting to harmful stereotypes concerning my body and its agency. When I walk alone at night, I check my posture. Stand up straight. Look ahead. Be confident. My walk to my car is not a runway and I am tired of insisting that there is an audience. At times it feels as if I am justifying a possible unwanted encounter – this happened because you did not walk in confidence. Instead of telling a story about a lack of confidence, how about omitting the predator?

The Shaggs

With the 1 in 10,000 chance of reaching stardom, many parents reasonably advise against pursuing a career in music. However, denying a dream before it has the potential to blossom seems to be part of the problem.

Perhaps if more parents were initially supportive, we would have more Beyoncés. I mean Kris Jenner, the definition behind the word “momager,” demonstrates the influence that one can have over their child’s career. Yet what happens when the support takes on a different form?

Josephine Baker

Have you ever glanced at someone else’s resume and felt a tad inadequate? I can only imagine how one must have felt when they came across a resume belonging to Josephine Baker. Activist. Performer. Spy. Josephine Baker is the epitome of a triple threat, yet that phrase seems limiting when used to describe her.