Thank you to the writers of Diasporic Realness: A Guest Writer’s Month


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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Diasporic Realness: A Caribbean Girl In A Conservative Fashion World


Diasporic Realness is a Guest Writer’s Month dedicated to US telling our stories!

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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Diasporic Realness: Press Through the Process


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

Black Girls and Brown Boys: A Response to ‘Aye Papi’


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 Guest Writer’s Month: Felicia Tries Poetry


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By: Felicia Fitzpatrick
to a fictional character named nate:
seeing the cuts and craters in his skin
the wear and tear of being beat for years
weathered by oppression
the lump of unheard justice
got stuck in my throat
my eyes sting with familiarity
because they’ve seen this all before:
his complete and utter resignation.

a passiveness and acceptance of defeat.

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Diasporic Realness Guest Writer’s Month: God, Identity, and Confidence


Diasporic Realness is a Guest Writer’s Month dedicated to US telling our stories!

By: Moriah Holmes

I realized I was different when I was five years old. I was that incredibly small, weird girl who always had a book in her hand, who knew she was smart and hadn’t quite learned humility yet so I wasn’t afraid to point out when others were wrong. I was rarely ever afraid to be myself, even if it meant people didn’t like me.

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Diasporic Realness Guest Writer’s Month: Chocolate and Vanilla: Learning to Love My Skin Color

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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.

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