On December 16, 2019, I turned twenty four years old. I awoke to the soft pattering of raindrops on my window sill. As I prepared for work, the gravity of my situation weighed on me. I was no longer a spring chicken. I was no longer in my early twenties. I was creeping towards myContinue reading “Black Girl in Crisis”
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