Growing Up Black In America

Growing Up Black in America Means… Being followed around in a jewelry store as a 7th grader. Seeing very little representation of yourself on T.V. Except on B.E.T. (And seeing arguments that one channel centered on black entertainment is racist). Having to (laughingly) explaining the difference between a perm and natural hair to, well, a…

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I Am Not Your “Model” Christian

I grew up in the Baptist Church. I’m talking tambourines, huge choirs, 3 hour services, and church mothers. But that doesn’t mean anything because: I don’t pray every day. Most days, my prayers don’t offer up praise and thanksgiving. Rather, I ask a multitude of questions and wait patiently for answers. Sometimes it seems like…

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