Category: church

To Tami

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"Like The Women in my family, The Women in yours probably had the same formula in mind when they were growing us. You and I were born in the same month of the same year, groomed and molded by similar forces: warm hands, church, rules, hip-hop. Had you been given the chance to grow up, you would’ve probably discovered, like I did, those forces barely compare to the ones that shapeshift Black girls like us into less generous images."

Water and Wailers

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Churches held us in parentheses on each corner. A white Lutheran church no one that I ever knew had stepped in. That congregation’s bell rang as we were eating Sunday breakfast and they were usually in and out of the hood before the Baptist church’s organ began the processional of our neighborhood elite: clergy, teachers, grandparents.