My hair is a topic I don’t enjoy conversing about. Most of the time I try to avoid bringing it up, especially around others who don’t necessarily understand my experience because they haven’t walked in my shoes. When you were taught to hate your hair and constantly your texture was considerded not appealing or too…

Embracing my Blackness in Latinidad is probably the most exhausting existence I encounter every day. I know that may lead to the question “but what the hell does that even mean?” Well frankly it means that having all these intersecting identities can be draining.  I am a Dark Skin Black Woman; I am also of…

Afro-Latinx’s has contributed tremendously to history. It is imperative that we recognize those who have paved the way for many of us to have the liberation and freedom that we do today. Many of what we learn today about Afro-Latinx history  has been swept under the rug, erased and often never talked about especially in a…

Representation is truly essential most importantly in the tech space. In a traditional white male dominated industry, there are many women of color specifically Black women who have so much to bring to the table. Unfortunately, this space is very limited due to the lack of representation in diversity, but it is time to break…

I am not your trend  In fact my melanin is the perfect blend  My mocha skin effortlessly reigns majestically  My skin full of richness, it glows so miraculously Unapologetically Black, my queendom so pure  My blackness seeks no validation, I stand in my skin   No reassurances needed, your pity is a sin  You can’t appropriate…

Let’s be real amiga, TikTok is addicting and can be therapeutic and we know you spend three hours a day on it. If you aren’t sending 10 memes to your homegirl a day, or you are probably learning the next TikTok viral dance. This platform has helped so many people survive through this pandemic and…

But …I don’t get it, Rukia how can you be Latina, when you’re black!?”  I have heard variations of this question countless times throughout my adolescent years. Questions like this have led me to feel that my Latino Identity was something I always had to prove and/or defend. At that time, I didn’t know how…

Sigh… I don’t even know where to begin. This has been part of my life for as long as I can remember. The only difference between then and now is that I am diagnosed and on medication…The earliest memory I ever had is when my parents got into an argument and my mom put her…

“Pat-a-cake, baker’s man!” we laughed as we played, and pure bliss filled my body. This euphoria was brutally interrupted with a comment that sent a pang through my very core: “Aliyah, you’re playing the game wrong. Why is your hand always crooked?” I laughed and retorted, “Crooked? I injured it a few days ago, that’s…