Category: Dara Does

Appropriation is so basic

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“How long are you going to hate on me?” This from the White girl who’d just finished complaining to me about how loud and obnoxious Black people were, especially on buses. We were out...


The Summer Of Insomnia.

It is very difficult for me to get into new things. I want to hear the songs I know. I want to be comforted by the shows I loved. I want to be transported...


The Sun and the Iron Pelt.

When I entered college, I wanted to make drastic changes. It was the first time I wasn’t under my parents’ thumb, and I was itching to finally be able to alter my appearance the...


Oh You Ugly Anyways.

I was walking and chatting with a friend of mine when I noticed a group of youngish guys walking toward us. They moved in a tight pack, but occasionally the mass would break shape. Punctuated...


The Live Tomahawk.

We were standing around in a massive tent. Plasticky, temporary floor covered what was usually the infield of the outdoor track. Memories of grass squishing under my feet slammed against recollections of exhausting track practices. The resultant swirl of emotions was sudden and disorienting.


The Almost Wedding.

It was a cold December night in Cleveland. A friend was getting married, and the ceremony was being held in a reception hall at the Cleveland Zoo. We watched the ceremony from our seats, mere feet away from the lifelike rainforest exhibit. It was humid, and everywhere I looked, Newly Natural-Haired Black Women’s perfect coifs were poofing into so many marshmallow clouds.

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