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Perfectly Mixed Messages #6

"When it does come time for me to bring children into this world. It might be better for them to be mixed with an 'other.'"   I blinked my eyes to make sure I was reading correctly, a Black woman admitting doubts about bringing Black children into the world. I sat down, then stood back up. I stared out the window thinking; of white people who want Blackness eradicated, Black...

What's in My Hair? Abby Allen's Perfectly Mixed Story Continues

The long white spikes dig in and pull at the tight curls. Every time the brush goes through I scream, aware that my father might come in and tell me to be quiet. Bunday. That’s what I call it, “the weekly torture fest” when my mother wrestles with my unruly hair, tugging and wrangling it atop my head into a perfect ballet bun. So I can fall in line, dance for a mirror and learn Grace...

When You’re Brown You’re Black

Because people still see you as a n*~@$*er. You never forget the first time you realize that, when you hear the word and it pierces you like a knife---a jagged, fucked up, twisted blade, catching tissue, organ and bone as it cuts to the core. I was seven. I had spent every Saturday traveling from our tiny Upper East Side apartment to bustling, brown 152nd St. and Amsterdam to take...