It’s not very versatile. I tried to paint my nails yellow and it looked like pale slush. The polish itself was lumpy, so maybe that was the real problem, but I don’t think so. Yellow and I have always had a complicated relationship. I don’t look good in most shades…
I have thought about writing something like this for years, rather than only posting about it on social media. So here are my thoughts on how I, and those some from the same ethnic background as me, can offer our support to the Black Lives Matter movement, and to Black…
Cultural appropriation is a racist practice that devalues a culture’s history and language and thus disrespects its origins by claiming something to be your own when it’s not. It’s fairly commonplace, with non-Black people appropriating anything from clothes to hairstyles. But the appropriation and theft of African American Vernacular English…
Gen-Z Needs Suzanne Collins To Answer Some Tough Questions
The Hunger Games arrived five years ago on the cusp of social movements sparked by the next generation of young people, and it could be the perfect time for a comeback of the modern revolutionary classic. A lot of weird things…
No one will know about my family’s struggle with mental illness because no one will talk about it. Generations have lost this knowledge and now I have only my mother’s half-hearted attempts at storytelling to help me understand my own mind. A slim recount of my grandmother’s breakdown and other…
“People say nothing is impossible, but I do nothing every day,” says Winnie the Pooh in A.A Milne’s classic novel. There we have one of the most important lessons for today’s world. It’s okay to just do nothing sometimes.
When I was three years old I got my first life-sized…
My grandmother is one of the greatest women I know, but even she fell into the harmful pitfalls of traditionalism. When my mother first got her period, she was chastised and yelled at for having blossomed at such a young age. Eleven was not old enough to be a woman…
I was six years old when I realized that Santa Claus wasn’t real, but I told no one. I let everyone in my family believe that I was waiting for the big red bringer of gifts to bestow me with my hopes and dreams. The older I got, the more…
Fiction writer, poet, and freelancer. Indo-Guyanese. Professional yawner. Twitter @hahadiyyah Kofi: https://ko-fi.com/hadiyyah
