I Have Many Problems In My Life,

In America, Racism Exists But Racists Are All Gone. Racists Belong To The Past. Racists Are The Thin-lipped Mean White People In The Movies About The Civil Rights Era. Here's The Thing: The Manifestation Of Racism Has Changed But The Language Has Not. So If You Haven't Lynched Somebody Then You Can't Be Called A Racist. If You're Not A Bloodsucking Monster, Then You Can't Be Called A Racist. Somebody Has To Be Able To Say That Racists Are Not Monsters.

I Am A Bit Of A Fundamentalist When It Comes To Black Women's Hair. Hair Is Hair - Yet Also About Larger Questions: Self-acceptance, Insecurity And What The World Tells You Is Beautiful. For Many Black Women, The Idea Of Wearing Their Hair Naturally Is Unbearable.

They Themselves Mocked Africa, Trading Stories Of Absurdity, Of Stupidity, And They Felt Safe To Mock, Because It Was A Mockery Born Of Longing, And Of The Heartbroken Desire To See A Place Made Whole Again.

When I'm In A Good Mood I Like To Cook. But I Don't Like Saying It In Public Because I Find Myself Being Resentful Of The Idea; "now You Will Make A Good Wife. You Can Cook, Right?" So When People Ask Me I Go, "no, I Don't Like Cooking!"

Red Was The Blood Of The Siblings Massacred In The North, Black Was For Mourning Them, Green Was For The Prosperity Biafra Would Have, And, Finally, The Half Of A Yellow Sun Stood For The Glorious Future.