(written after an interaction with an uber driver on my way home from performing at the Uptown Club in Oakland) You… You saw a happy, tipsy, fat, black woman and assumed I was a straight club girl on her way home from a night of partying. You assumed I was blowing off steam after work, caught in a revolving ritual that would go … Read More Not that kinda party.
“My Body is not a Cage” was written for “Burlesque and Why” a stage play produced by Dottie Lux, the founder of Red Hots Burlesque. Her goal was to give the audience an insight into what is beneath the glitter and glam. A chance to see that our performances are deeper than the foundation that goes on our faces. I was incredibly honored … Read More My Body’s not a Cage
It has been years… years since I’ve been in a beauty salon… let alone a black salon. The smells of hot grease and curling irons drown me in an ache, a longing for home and pink barrettes, shiny black patent leather shoes and baby blue taffeta dresses. Sade and Aretha Franklin sounds so thick that they wrap around you pulling you into a world … Read More Loc-n-Jane Out
My city is drowning I turn on the tv. I want to know what is happening. I don’t know how to feel . . . what to feel. I see. My city drowning. I see my people black and bruised and begging and screaming and dying. The faces are all familiar. Voices all heard before. There is violence and desperation. “I hear they are … Read More Drowning
I started writing something a few days back this is all that I have so far but I think that I am off to a good start the hardest thing is getting it all to come out sometimes I feel as if the words are all stuck in my head just content to lay there and rot. I have to poke and prod them … Read More me-n-jane