A series of poetic letters about learning to love myself and my Blackness. In time, I have learnt to accept me for who I am and truly be comfortable in the skin that I was born in. Read more

by Isabel Harper & Chiedza Chikanza

another one of us died today 

but they won’t talk about it 

they won’t say her name

not  really

and if they do they’ll use her

like a tool to be discarded

she’s Read more

It is not easy growing up in a society that has not learned to love you yet: one whose default position towards you is violence and hatred. As a Black Woman, I have internalised a lot of self-hatred towards my skin colour, my culture and nationality. But, my hair has borne the brunt of it. It has never been straight enough, thick enough, curly enough, White enough. And funnily sometimes, it’s not even Black enough. I am still very much on a journey to loving it, but I have found that understanding the root of all my hate, has helped me pave the way for genuine love and appreciation of my hair’s natural form. Read more

It’s Mother’s Day today in the rest of world and as such, this week’s post is dedicated to mothers: to the ones who loved and lost, the ones who gave birth and who adopted, the ones who even in their pain are strong Women, resilient Women, miracle Women. This is an ode to you. Happy Mother’s Day. Read more

We all struggle with self doubt. It’s an unfortunate yet, normal sensation coated in fear and anxiety; one that results in our own minimisation and ultimate unhappiness. But, somewhere buried beneath our self doubt is a part of us that’s fighting; a part of us that understands that we are not small, we are not insignificant. We are universal marvels birthed by giants and blessed by Gods. So, in case you had forgotten, let this poem be a reminder; you are limitless. Read more

They’ll tell you that we’re not the same; that a country like the UK is inherently different to any post colonial African nation. But, tell me now the difference between the first world and the third world if in both of these places the children are starving… Read more

A poem for the unseen Black Woman. Read more