I’m tired of this vicious internal cycle of unrealistic expectations, ultimate failure, abuse. I have the whole damn society to do that for me, and here I am, doing the work. Typical.
I’m no longer scared of being who I am or liking who I like. I shout it from the rooftops every chance that I get.
At 25, I realize my father hasn’t met anyone of significance in my life, just these constant fictitious characters in the stories that helped me feel American.
Morgan Jerkins breaks down feminism and more in her new book , This Will Be My Undoing, and I am listening.
A poem by Cathy Muskett Edited by Freddie Ramos and Jenika McCrayer Responding to the Equal Justice Initiative’s […]
There is no freedom here. You hostile state. I will not celebrate while you incarcerate. An empty plate […]
Dear White Feminists, I am tired of being your token. If and when I’m invited to your table […]
If there’s one thing I learned from Feminist Theory class it is that feminism is malleable. It adapts […]
As far back as I can remember – I realized that women all around the world were being […]
When I’m in an unfamiliar situation, I reach for resources. Moving to a city? Read a thousand blog […]