For the Girls Once Lost in the African Diaspora

What it’s like to grow up as a black girl in a predominately white environment

ZORA: Around the age of 5, I sometimes used to play with a blue kitchen towel on my head. I wish I could tell you the towel was on my head because I was playing Star Wars or something more pro-fem like a strong lead on her escape to Mexico, but really, I was just pretending to have long hair. Hair that was very much unlike my Afro-hair. Besides being fun, it made me feel beautiful. I remember turning my head any which way just to feel the cloth on my cheeks. Somehow, by television and experience alike, something had been soaked through my (very) impressionable subconscious. Read more.