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Hard Truth: Self-Love is Not a Social Media Movement of Posting Pictures of Yourself on the Internet
Hard Truth: Self-Love is not a social media movement of posting lots of pictures of ourselves on the internet. And don’t twist my words. There is nothing wrong with posting pictures (I do it all the time). You are allowed to post what you want. But we also live in a time where it has… Continue reading
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Remind Yourself that You Exist
When your hands are shaking so badly, your body is an Earthquake. When your mind is a war-zone of worry. When uncertainty is an uninvited guest snaking its way inside your mind and poisoning it with doubt. When you are weighed down by what is not yours to carry. When depression feels like a friend… Continue reading
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Black History Fun Fact Friday: “In Africa they Didn’t Teach about the Period of Enslavement of Our People.”
I thought this quote was an interesting and thought provoking one to share considering the crisis going on today. What Crisis? The one where schools are trying to remove Black History Courses from their Curriculum. The one where today’s kids only know about Slavery and the Civil Rights Movement. The one where the only Historical… Continue reading
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Yecheilyah’s 3rd Annual Poetry Contest 2019: Winners Revealed
Introducing the winners of Yecheilyah’s 3rd Annual Poetry Contest 2019! CONGRATULATIONS Y’ALL! Chanelle Barnes snatched up the #1 spot with her piece, “Straight Lines.” We had such a challenging time deciding between both the poems she submitted that we decided to include her second poem as an Honorable Mention. But the brothers said they… Continue reading
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The Inspiration of Alex Haley’s Roots
It took Alex Haley 12 years to finish Roots: The Saga of an American Family, known widely as simply, Roots. The book shot straight to the top of the bestseller charts, and the twelve-hour mini-series (Jan. 1977) was watched by 130 million people. They translated the book into 37 languages; it won a Pulitzer Prize and National… Continue reading
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When I’m Gone
You don’t have to mention my name Waste, not your resources Carving my initials into the ground Or on street signs and buildings Not near corners where future Martin Kings Will sell dope and brawl Until their quarrels leak With the accidental stench of death Over dice games I’m sure Dr. King didn’t expect his… Continue reading
