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In the Spirit of Elaine Brown

Revolutionary, a title too often used as a self-proclamation, yet not carried out enough through action. Only two chapters in, Elaine Brown’s lyrical, captivating, intelligent 450 page auto-biography, A Taste of Power: A Black Woman’s Story, and it was evidently clear why the black community is in such a detrimental state. The Merriam-Webster online dictionary defines revolution as such: a) …

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It’s Complicated

There are several reasons I love twitter. Mostly because it’s an open market of ideas that leads to dialogue among like-minded, and not so like-minded people. Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about my current dating situation and all that it entails. Just trust me when I say VH1 should give me a call to star in my own show. …

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Buried

Most circumstances, I know my fate But in this love thang, I don’t get the game. Why does it feel like those who give in, They only wind up losing a friend. Just cause I love you and you love me, It doesn’t mean that we’ll ever be. “Lions, Tigers, & Bears” by Jazmine Sullivan It had been a year.  …

Stripping the Black Whore Complex

I was furious. I almost grabbed my purse, walked away from the conversation and left the restaurant. But I couldn’t do that. My friend needed me. So I stayed, but corrected her. In complaining about something inappropriate her man had done, she repeatedly kept blaming women. “I hate whorish women. I think they should all die,” she said. “They should …

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I’m In Tokyo Part I

While most college students spend their refund checks trying to get to Miami to see chics in bikinis and boys making it rain in the club, I’m in Tokyo. In undergrad I never went on a Spring Break trip. Partly because I don’t roll with a clique of girls; and mainly because the friends I have had jobs to support …

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A Reminder

A Reminder By Benè Viera Snow fell from the clouds as people hurried in the Musical Arts Center for IU’s rendition of Lucia di Lammermoor. As I sat in my car I observed many attendees exiting their beloved Range Rovers and BMW’s dressed in a way that equally exemplified their status. Upon entering the theater my invisibility became ever more …

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An Automatic Disqualifier?

The other day my friend hit me with the age-old question. It is that question that many black women in their twenty-something’s from all socioeconomic backgrounds will face at some point. Whether or not she addresses the question to herself or her girlfriends, it is one every woman has to answer and decide her stance. “Benè call me ASAP,” SD …

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What He Taught Me About Liberation

As a mid twenty something woman I could not imagine allowing my family to uphold dictatorship over my life.  Especially not for the purposes of adhering to the accepted norm of society or family tradition. We come from two very different worlds, which I understood from the first day we met. But I didn’t think our different worlds meant anything …

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Fades to Black I

At 11:59 on Thursday, I felt quite content bringing in the New Year rid of my ex. There was no need for Lauryn Hill’s “Ex Factor” to play on repeat. No tears, really there hadn’t been any since the summer. He didn’t even make me angry enough to curse him out. Just a blasé feeling. That’s how I knew he …

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Fades to Black II

Of course I arrived late. Not wanting to disturb anyone I sat in the only available seat in the back. Low and behold, it’s the pew he’s sitting in on the other end. I didn’t even look his way, and played the ignore you dance that we’d been participating in since I got back in August. After I left church …