Category: Growing Up
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what happened to sundaes?
There is no accomplishment or moral superiority given to those who choose ice-cream instead of fro-yo.
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Living my life in the margin and that metaphor was proof
If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it? I grew up in a very White community in Oklahoma. In school and extra-curricular activities, I was socialized around White standards of acceptability regarding appearance, femininity, and group acceptance. My parents supported me and validated my capabilities, worthiness, and…
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The Origin and Necessity of the Voting Rights Act
I began to play basketball in elementary school. I was taught to shoot the ball with my elbow in. As I continued to play in middle school, shooting the ball correctly became second nature. Even though it was a habit, that did not mean that I could stop thinking about it, or that I could…
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Starb-ed from the bottom now we’re here
Location: Starbucks on Charlotte Mood: Vibes From about 5th grade until 10th grade, my dad would take me and my cousins, Molly and Terrell, to Starbucks sometime during Winter Break. The purpose of these trips was to reflect, celebrate and encourage; to acknowledge that we had made it through school another semester and that we…
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Art in due time
“Writing, as a form of art, can’t be rushed,” Seham said during our second annual class Halloween party- cleverly disguised as the Girl With The Pearl Earring, cleverly disguised as message from the universe- conveniently delivered from a friend on a holiday. Art is based on perception, perceptions construct reality, realities are lived, and life-…
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Please don’t kill my vibe
*Cues Bryson Tiller, “Aye, I’m back and I’m better,” Ok, don’t. Recap: Last post, existential crisis, meets irrational violence, meets internalized misogyny, meets mumble rap, meets my ears and I’m wondering why I like trap music so much. So I reflected, I asked my friends and family to weigh-in and I’m ready to share! “So can…
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“See me, I ain’t nothing nice” but I am.
“See me, I ain’t nothing nice,” is a moment of voiced self-awareness, intended to convey the propensity of the artist to engage in physical altercation should conflict arise. The voice behind these sentiments is Princess, a member of the Crime Mob Crew. Princess goes on to say: See, me, I ain’t nothing nice, and Crime…
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If a millennial “lols” and no one is around to hear it, was there really laughter?
I’ve been spending more time reflecting, learning, observing and questions all I’ve grown accustomed to regarding society, interpersonal relationships and capitalism/ our socialized duty to ensure all our behaviors work to maintain our consumerist society… Meanwhile, I’ve also noticed my aptitude to “lol” after opening a DM on Twitter with some pic, story or comment…
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Move Fear! Get Out the Way!
A Ludacris account of how I moved to Nashville last week. I’ve recently learned that there are no big decisions or actions. There are just small choices which amass to undeniable results, sometimes for the good and other times for the not so good. As Aristotle said, “”We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then,…
Kalen Nicole 