Thank you to each of the amazing Writer’s who blessed Black Girlz, Latin World with their time and talent this month. Thank you for telling your truth and being apart of it. Thank you to everyone who showed interest and submitted a piece. I had no idea that this would end up touching so many people.
Just in case you missed them. Here are the brilliant pieces from this year’s Diaspora Realness Guest Writer’s Month.
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By: Tamara Holder
My dirty little secret is that I’m a Caribbean gal who’s a Christian and loves fashion.
I’m not even sure if I should speak about this. And it’s not for the reason you think. I’m just simply tired of feeling like I’m bearing a scarlet letter amongst those who I consider my family.
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By: Valencia Campbell of Church Decoded
There are a lot of things in life that I have faced and easily conquered. Law school is definitely not one of them. Now, just about every day before I actually started, I loved the idea of going to law school. I was proud to tell everybody that I was going to law school, and everybody supported me. It…was…great. Now, I actually started law school three weeks ago. To be completely honest, I have hated every day of it until about two days ago. I had 80 pages of readings due ON THE FIRST DAY (we’re not in undergrad anymore, Valencia), so I started off behind. I had an hour commute to and from class each day for the first week. I had to juggle all that comes with moving with all that comes with law school (and being behind). It was terrible….and it taught me more than I could’ve ever imagined about starting the journey in a terrible position. Continue reading
Author’s note: This post was written in August of last year, but I remixed it a bit. Enjoy.
When I read Tracy Renee Jones’s “Aye Papi…………One Woman’s Love Affair With Latino Men” a year ago, I will admit, I was stoked.
An account from a Black Woman on her romances with Latino guys? I’ll read that.
Typing in “Black woman and Latino man” yields very few results. I mean forums from the 2000s detailing someone’s experiences are fine and dandy pero dame mas. So, instead of complaining about the absence of info on the subject, I decided to throw in my two cents on the Jones piece. Continue reading
Diasporic Realness is a Guest Writer’s Month dedicated to US telling our stories!
a passiveness and acceptance of defeat.
Diasporic Realness is a Guest Writer’s Month dedicated to US telling our stories!
Diasporic Realness is a Guest Writer’s Month dedicated to US telling our stories!
By: Anali Martinez of The Nueva Latina
“Papi, porque yo soy de chocolate y Abner es de vanilla? Yo quiero ser de vanilla tambien.”
I wasn’t always as dark as I am now. I remember I used to be very close in skin color to my brother. One summer on our family trip to the beach, I came back in to the hotel room and as I turned to look in the mirror I jumped back scared.
I was dark. I was brown. What happened?!?!? I started crying.
Diasporic Realness is a Guest Writer’s Month dedicated to US telling our stories!
By: Bianca of Itsallbee
I always seem to get asked how I afford to travel so much. There are plenty of people who have this notion that you need to be rich or have lots of money to be able to travel. You dont! I am living proof of this, trust me. Contrary to what people may believe, I am sorry to disappoint you, I do not have a couple of Irish leprechauns churning up gold coins in my imaginary spare room – well not any more anyway. I love it when people say to me “Bee, I can’t afford to travel as much as you do”.
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Diasporic Realness is a Guest Writer’s Month dedicated to US telling our stories!
By: ROWKAY
Growing up how I did, and where I did, it is easy to say that there was a lack of positive male role models. Not so much in work ethic, because my Father breathed that, not so much in chivalry, because my Grandfather demonstrated that, and not so much spiritually because my mentor walked that. I mean being educationally and financially comfortable.
I come from humble beginnings. Both of my parents came to the United States with a 6th grade education, my father came here at 16 and my mother at 21. They didn’t care what a job paid; it was more so the stability that made them feel secure. My Mother made $2.75 an hour, and my father started at $4.88 an hour. Obviously, this meant nothing to me when I didn’t know the value of things. I wanted the fresh Jordan’s, the new Nike jersey’s. I wanted to be branded by name brands, that’s what defined you growing up. Continue reading
Diasporic Realness is a Guest Writer’s Month dedicated to US telling our stories!
By: Tamika Burgess of The Essence of Me
It would be weird to go to one of your family gatherings andsee Black people dancing to Spanish music,” someone said to me. “Why?” I asked. “Because…it would just be weird,” he responded. Continue reading
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