“Riyaahd. Is there something you need to talk to me about?” Riyaahd turned to look at me over his shoulder. His one eye was barely open. I turned my screen so that he could see exactly what I was looking at. Riyaahd turned around fully, eyes wide.
The child walked slowly towards Bronwyn. There was something off in her gait. She seemed frightened by something, but her facial expression remained staunch. The young child crossed the threshold of Bronwyn’s apartment doorway.
Growing up, I wouldn’t dare look at black boys in a romantic way.
One day, Najwa told me a story.
“Mommy, I can’t sleep’. Great. Another 11pm tall-tale that will most likely keep me out of sleep until Scarlett screams at me at 2am. Sidney has been extra ‘sensitive’ lately, and I have been doing my utmost not to mantra him out and leave him outside to air overnight. “Why, what’s wrong?” Sidney stared at … Continue reading Rob Kelly of everything: 2019
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