Black hair as a veil into the African woman’s soul
How black mothers grieve, they chew their tongues, they heal in silence.
The mother who chewed her tongue Pt1
The mother who chewed her tongue Pt2
The construct of black families. Some blessed. Others not. Perhaps cursed instead. Though they splinter from one trunk, born of the same seed… they branch out differently.
Defense(s)less The cousin you never call Pt2
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