Exploring Black experience through story
By Shertease Wheeler: I submerge my hands in the dirt and gravelto root myself; to know myself again.Every second I'm alive, it's a constant battle.Fighting myself and fighting them, I may not ever win. I suffer, then bare my everything to the mystical,words into the darkness; releasing spiritual toxins.But the anger remains, red as rage,... Continue Reading →
By Shertease Wheeler: JOY-- Look at her belly, all swollen, bursting with the freshness of new love. This is the third time for her. The third time she’s complained, not about the feelings of continued wonder as a women may feel when carrying life, but of the burden that has suddenly been cast upon her.... Continue Reading →
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