My Son


         My son will be a boy of the chocolate variety. My son will be a black boy with heritage bleeding through his veins. He will be my pride and joy and I will nurture him with my soul and my warm chocolate eyes. My son will be loved, that I know for sure. 

When I was younger I wanted a little girl. I wanted to comb her thick, dark, coarse hair. I wanted to make her me. But as I get older, I realize I do not want to create someone like me. I want to raise a man.

America’s past events have not deterred me from having my son. Since the Trayvon Martin case, so many black people have said they are afraid to have a son. Nope. Not me.

I will never be afraid of my brown skin pouring through my veins and into the growing embryo in my stomach. I will never be afraid of my ancient, rich DNA forming the little boy that I will chase around my house. I will never be afraid of continuing the race that has made me strong. 

In America where it is apparently ok to pursue and murder a boy simply because of his physicality, I will raise my son. Not out of spite, but out of love. I love myself and I love myself enough to extend a part of myself to another human. 

Racist people (aka scared people) want me to be afraid to raise my son. My son will be a reminder to those scared people that we as a race are here to stay. 

My womb will create a son with black heritage and he will be loved. He will have curly hair like me and his father will help me raise a man. The day I become afraid to create a generation of black people is when fear will overcome liberty. 

My son will be of the chocolate variety and his skin will be like gold to me. His skin will be amazing. But here is what the world needs to realize: His mind will be more powerful than his skin. 

I will love him.


Miley Cyrus And The Black Community



Pop culture is killing me. I am a 19 year old girl living in NYC and I go to college. Statistically speaking I am the target for all of the “cool things” in pop culture right now. Twerking, twitter, instagram, and snapchat. Justin Bieber, Glee, and unfortunately Miley Cyrus.

I am not a traditional teenager so I do not participate in any of the above trends (ok I was obsessed with Glee for two years). And I physically cannot twerk (I have tried). But what I am tired of is a white artist deciding that they want to make a change in their perception by borrowing black culture. 


Miley Cyrus is the same girl who said a few years ago, when she was a country artist, that she had never listened to a Jay-Z song. But didn’t her song Party In The USA feature a lyric about Jay-Z song?


Now fast forward a few years and Miley Cyrus is a blond, short haired, twerking machine. She has a song “We Can’t Stop” which is terrible and a video which is worse. In the video she is wearing all white and her black “friends” are wearing black and are supporting her. Like what the hell!?? Symbolic racism? Is she better than the black people she is using? It’s disgusting. She is also in a music video for Big Sean and I just cannot jump on this Miley Cyrus bandwagon. Its like she wants to be “cool.”

I cannot support someone who thinks it is okay to borrow a certain culture because it is “popular” at the time. What happens when people stop enjoying twerking? Miley Cyrus will be right back to being a country star. 

Some people say that I am hating on Miley. Some people say I am not letting her be herself. I am doing none of that.

I am simply observing the fact that Miley Cyrus is an opportunist and that when “black culture” stops being cool, she will move on. If Miley was an appreciator of black culture from the time she came out as an artist, I would support her, but she is not.

Now Miley Cyrus is not doing this on her own. There are of course her PR team and the black celebrities that are celebrating her phase. 

But Miley Cyrus is the one is who is portraying her new identity and I do not like Miley Cyrus.

Miley Cyrus stop borrowing the black culture, be yourself. You cannot borrow a culture to be cool or different.