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About Me

I've been writing for as long as I can remember; storytelling, verbal or written, is an important part of my community and my upbringing. In my free time, I love singing (performing in front of my mirror), theater, watching Parks and Rec, and trying out new food... eating chips, guac, and pico every day. 

My main writing project, The Mad Black Girl, was founded out of the need to figure things out. When I started attending Yale University, all of the labels-- black, fat, low-income, first-generation, working class, southern, country, hood, queer, loud, angry, uncouth-- that I had directly or indirectly associated with, or unknowingly fell into, became extremely visible. Navigating such a privileged space influenced a large change in perspective about my home life and how I've always identified. There's a lot that needs to be said about Ivy communities, my own community, and how women like me are able to exist (or not) within them. The Mad Black Girl is my way of doing that.

 

I understand that some of you may genuinely be wondering... why "Mad"? Because in my years of education, any passion expressed by myself or any black woman around me was immediately taken as us reacting violently or expressing anger-- when really, we just had... feelings lol. We were sentient, and clearly, it was a consistent shocker to a wide variety of audiences. I've been labeled "mad", "angry", or "hotheaded" for standing up for myself, for speaking against someone's opinion, for standing up to violence, and for being anything other than the timid and withdrawn student that many have expected me to be. I've decided that if I must be labeled mad because I choose to exist beyond the little shitty corner of space that the world has made for me then so be it. I'll continue to do what many have done before me: take whatever mess is thrown and make it beautiful, powerful. Or completely destroy it. Mad... It's got a ring to it if I do say so myself.

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