“What’s wrong with you” should inspire and delight you now. It should make you say, in a haughty tone back to its owner, nothing—I’m just perfect. Mother often asked me “what’s wrong with me,” as if my decision to be myself and not participate in societal pretenses disturbed others to the point they needed to ask such a question. The answer, of course, is simple: nothing. There is nothing wrong with me. I’m clinically well. In fact, I’m better than I’ve been in a while. My d

He (Trump) was fucking us all, and a lot of us seemed to understand it, but what was puzzling were the ones who seemed to like being fucked by this man. I do mean being fucked and with no lubrication or even foreplay. State of the Union I watched as a shit show unraveled, and I couldn’t help thinking what other people in other countries were saying. Did they think we were mad, all inflicted with some weird inability to see through bullshit, dogma, and rhetoric? I sat in my ap

“Can I touch your hair?” To which I reply, “No thank you, I already had my lunch for the day.” The last part leaves them in confusion and gives me time to walk away.We all have our limits. Many people know that a Black woman’s hair is her crown and glory. For my mother, that was very much the case. She loved her hair — how thick and full it was. She always got so many compliments about it. My mother never wore wigs or weaves. She was so proud of her hair. She would straighten

This will be weird to say, but The creator is hot to watch. It’s like watching Picasso paint or Mozart construct a new melody. It is amazing to see how He moves. It’s happening again. God is talking to me and it’s so loud. He has demands that I must do. They aren’t bad, and I know they will be good for me, but it scares me. You see, God wants big things for us, things bigger than what we even want for ourselves. If you say you give your life to Him truly, He comes for you. I

"Sometimes I tell God I hate Him for wanting better for me. Let me wallow in subpar. Let me be okay with the bare minimum, I tell Him, and He laughs." Today I told myself I love you, and I know sometimes it’s not enough, but I hope someday it will be. I hugged myself and admired the creation God made. Damn, I was beautiful inside and out. The inside always being the most important to me. I had struggled many times believing either was true, and now I had to. Too much had happ

I admire human beings so much but I've always felt stuck in my meatbag—wrong in some way. Like the meatbag didn’t quite fit right. It seemed as though my soul, or whatever was inside, wanted out so badly, and I would have gladly released it had it not been for the rules. The rules that say we should finish our cycle: learn, have joy, feel pain, die, and do it again. I find humans to be utterly ridiculous. Behavior-wise, I don’t get us… but I do love humans. Angry, greedy litt

By Lina Green This is a word I’m seeing more and more as of late—evolution. Humanity’s only way to survive. I even hear it ring in my head as the creature repeatedly whispers to me, You are essential for human evolution. At first, I’m not sure what he means or what part I’m supposed to play. But I hear it daily now: You are essential for human evolution. I’m pretty sure I tried to let him, “The Creator” know I do not want that job or task. I even gave him a list of people far

Proximity to death changes you. I had seen someone die before. In high school, I was in a magnet program that was a fast track to medical...

I had given myself three yrs to continue on this wretched planet. That's at least what I told myself to get from day to day without just...