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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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Love.


No one ever sat me down and told me what healthy, wholesome love looked like. My concept of love has always been based on knowing what it ain’t: my parents. Love isn’t disconnected cable and alarm clocks when you don’t get your way. Love isn’t sequestered dreams and revenge plots, pettiness and microaggressions. Love is not hurting me. When I…

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