Putting Myself Out There

I used to really want to be a professional writer. I was constantly writing poetry and working on spoken word. I blogged consistently. I was dreaming big because I wanted to have a career I loved. But about four years ago, reality hit. I was still blogging and writing poetry and doing events, but I …

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I Grew Up in a Racist Town, and I Never Even Knew It

I grew up in a small town in California, and like most blind, white people, I thought racism was solved. I was aware that occasionally individuals would say mean things about POC, but I assumed that was few and far between. I believed that being cruel wouldn't get you anywhere in life. Looking at our …

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