Black Enough to Matter: To All My Mixed Soul Siblings.
To White people, I look Mexican or Black. To Black people, I look Mexican, White or Indian. I’ve been chased by girls chanting the N-word at me.
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Shanti Shaharazade
Corner of Awe and Gratitude: The Other Side of Pain.
The torrential downpour pelted the side of the two-story house, bending many a sturdy tree until even some of the bark had been stripped off. The father and daughter were each ensconced in their own part of the house, they didn’t see each other for the better part of three days. They ...
I Hear Them Calling.
They are calling us. Can’t you hear them? Cold in the doorways, looking for love? On street corners, selling drugs, wanting to matter?
My Soul Can No Longer Be Contained.
I sampled an aperitif of pure authenticity, but guilt sucked me back into societal expectations and my soul began to die.
Tilling the Soul in 66 Days.
It did not take 66 days to experience a sampling of the benefits which at first seemed quite disruptive and a little scary, but there it was.