Author Archives : Fullamusu

i wrote this on the day i thought i was going to die.


today i thought i was going to die and was so pissed that god would let me die on a campus i hate in a program i despise. I always saw myself going out in the thick of my happiness. my school reported an active shooter on campus and i was afraid i was going to spend my last minutes…

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Ph.Ds & Other Drugs


For the past six months, every conversation with a close friend has eventually veered into the direction of the three-word sentence––I hate school. My three closest Chicago friends, whom I met while completing an Americorps program, have each at one point or another been on the listening end of this rant. As a collective, we found ourselves committing a full…

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why i wouldn’t be me without “mama’s gun.”


It’s difficult for me to admit this now, but I desperately wanted to be one of those shea butter queens I make fun of now. I imagined myself with a huge afro before I had even cut the perm out of my hair, was two years early on the coconut oil craze, and used to take scraps from my uncle’s…

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in our terribleness.


  I wrote a fifteen page poem as a final paper for class. Multiverse Musu wrote the same paper and is equally as proud of it, only it’s nestled between the thirty-seven other poems she wrote when she decided to give up on academic writing for good. Thoughts of the multiverse have been saving me lately.

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i love myself when i am laughing…


Today I learned that Zora Neale Hurston wrote Their Eyes Were Watching God in seven weeks, garnered critical attention, and died alone in a welfare home. Alice Walker some decades later deemed herself Hurston’s niece so she could buy her a tombstone, a luxury she could not afford at the time of her death. I learned that Richard Wright hated…

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2016: The Visual Album


2016 was tf terrible. Like…there are no words for how terrible this year was. I’m typically not a big NewYears person (that’s my mama, crying when midnight hits every year) but I’m conflicted on how to feel. On one hand, I’m more than ready for this year to end, but on another hand, I have a hard time remaining positive about…

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so we can wake up and rise.


Tonight, my mother pulled a bag full of overripe bananas out of the fridge, prepping to make akara for tomorrow’s dinner. My stepdad curls his lips and my mother simply responds “when you grow up without money, you learn to work with what you got.” Earlier in the grocery store, watching my mom navigate the crowded aisles and calmly place…

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Grad School: A Manifesto


  A few days ago, my Intro to Graduate Studies professor asked us to write a manifesto, a degree of our intentions as readers and writers in graduate school. My manifesto was tame, lame, beautifully written but missing so many elements of what I truly wanted to get off my chest. This is a re-write of my manifesto, a piece…

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Baecation: A NOLA Tale


So. This year has been pretty dreadful. I spent a good half of the year complaining about the organization I moved to a whole new city to work for. I was stressed, underpaid, and overworked. I worked with a white woman who wanted to identify as a woman of color and cried because “I didn’t love her.” Y’all. Y’all. Then…

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a summary.


this post was inspired by solange’s 30th birthday instagram post.  at two years old, i stopped breathing and was rushed to the er. at four, my lungs learned how to function. i stuck a lego piece in my ear and got sent back to the er. at five, i wore a poofy pink dress for my party and took one…

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