Cue the bath and the bubbles, mix in a mindset of relaxation, and a redundant decision to take time. Now violently reject what you know best and catapult in the opposite direction. I no longer want what I used to. However much that scares me; some part of it was always impending. Moments of stillnessContinue reading “Millennial Black Woman”
Who are you, and what do you want from me? Do you remember when we sat in your car, and it started raining? I stared at the window because I wanted to dance in it with you. There probably wasn’t even enough rain, but the point is you. Where did you come from? Your dark image peered intoContinue reading “Dear Symphony “
A year ago today, I was running away to Spain in search of an opportunity to find myself, exist in an undiscoverable manner, and reinvent my ability to choose myself over other people. I discovered myself and planted it into a new version of her. Since a year ago, I have backslid into someone completelyContinue reading “Potted Flower”
This exert is inspired by the concept of the body in Ta-Nehisi Coates’ book: “Between the World and Me.” A must read for understanding black identity in America. I was moved to write a letter on how this concept has reared its’ head throughout my life.
The first piece in my dedication to Mary-Louise Parker and her book “Dear Mr.You”. It’s composed of letters to all the masculine figures in her life. What follows these coming weeks are the letters to mine. Enjoy 🙂
Author Miss Parisia B. I like the fact that my whole life fits in the back of my car- That I’m never tied down to one place, and always ready to explore; never held to the promise of nonexistence. I like the places where I have become- The areas that have cured my sadness andContinue reading “And so I will”