“Aisha, remember that the most beautiful flowers grow in the wildest of gardens,” my grandmother once told me. “But they have to survive the thorns first.” Her words felt like a distant echo, like a prophecy I was desperately trying to rewrite. Growing up as a Black American female was an intricate dance of survival.ContinueContinue reading “Aisha, Short Story by Coletha Albert”
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Everybody MAD
Everybody MadSong byO.T. GenasisYeahThey ain’t gon’ like itThey ain’t gon’ like itI be getting to the moneyEverybody madI think I’m getting too much moneyEverybody madThe same old nigga from the blockThe same old nigga with the potThe same old nigga for the trapEverybody hated on him then he bounced right backI done spent a wholeContinueContinue reading “Everybody MAD”
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