Reconnecting to Caribbean Folklore with ‘When We Were Birds’
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Reconnecting to Caribbean Folklore with ‘When We Were Birds’

This is one such narrative that, for me at least, had lain dormant for too long. It blends the stories from our ancestors — recollections from the enslaved, the indentured, and the colonial masters, as well as remnants of indigenous memory. From the very opening of When We Were Birds, we are reminded of this supernatural heritage that is present in our culture.

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Good Hair
Colourism Rhonda Williams aka Indira Wills Colourism Rhonda Williams aka Indira Wills

Good Hair

Good Hair speaks to the upliftment and love for all women of colour. The influence of colourism and hair type bias has been an ugly remnant of a social conditioning adopted from slavery that is still very much alive and well today. 

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Forgiveness
This Is Not Love Nneka Nicholas This Is Not Love Nneka Nicholas

Forgiveness

As Shea sat in the pew listening to Father Lewis preach about forgiveness, her mind wandered back to the trial. Fr. Lewis was getting into the throes of the sermon and showed no signs of letting up any time soon. She allowed her thoughts to drift.

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Open Secrets
Growing up Queer David Simon Growing up Queer David Simon

Open Secrets

Since I last saw you I’ve been thinking. Thinking about you. Thinking about us, about home, about those kids whose journey mirrors yours and mine, A journey walking with fear. 

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Praying for her Nádleehi
Growing up Queer Ade' Arthur Growing up Queer Ade' Arthur

Praying for her Nádleehi

She wanted the baby to be okay. Slowly the vision started and she knew, she knew the way that mothers’ know. She knew that this was her child, even though the person in her vision was not a baby, not even a small child, she knew that this was her baby and yes her child was beautiful.

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Learning and Loving Pink
More Stories Autumn Odlum More Stories Autumn Odlum

Learning and Loving Pink

I can see how stubborn a six-year-old I must have been to proudly proclaim that I would never own anything pink and to loudly declare ,to anyone who would listen, that my favourite colour was actually blue (in truth, I never liked blue that much) .

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I, Atlas
Mental Health Shannon Meade Mental Health Shannon Meade

I, Atlas

I am Atlas and the burden of the world is my own. Suffocating under the weight of continents, the whisper of dreams, hopes and prayers that fill the air.

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