My granddaddy on my father’s side had klan ties. He wasn’t blood related, my dad never knew his real father, and somehow that makes me feel better, as if blood has anything to do with the way we’re blinded by hate and lies and all the separating we do when we make people less than or other. I’ve come to know that blood is the only thing that sets us free but that’s another story. Needless to say, I never really knew him. My dad was born into the dirty south in the 1950s. He was threadbare …
Race
On Red Lipstick and Lady Danger: A She Loves Post
I. Mac makes my favorite red lipstick. I twist it from the bullet and it rises up in brazen scarlet and smears across my lips. Lady Danger on my lips is holy rebellion. I smack them together and lean into the mirror. I see all of me. I am a biracial Asian American woman, and I am beautiful, I am worthy of being seen. The bravado to believe it is something I fight for every day. These lips were created to speak truth. I'm over at She Loves today sharing on Red Lips, Lady Danger, and Holy …
I Am From White Also, But Not Only: Part 1
We did an exercise. A poem with I am from. I've done it before with SheLoves. There's something kind of like it on my About page. But this is what I learned about myself. I am from white also, but not only. I was a girl who believed herself to be unlike the others. I had dirty secrets and broken places and I could never force the jagged bits down smoothly when I pushed up against the fringes of the gathered ones. I would approach tentatively and stand at the edges dipping my toes into hope, …
