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Sometimes Black Girl Magic Is A Buried Treasure

I’m a grown, empowered, magic having Black girl. Standing strong in an identity that feels good. Grateful because that wasn’t always my truth. For too long, I...
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What Will Happen to the Black Woman’s Voice When Michelle Obama Leaves the White...

On August 25, 2008, Mrs. Michelle Obama took the stage at the Democratic National Convention. In front of an exuberant crowd, she stepped up...
black love poetry

Brown Butter is Love

Cocoa skinned girl your eyes should be the sun Disillusionment begets bitterness begets hate Feel the mass in your chest that can’t let you swallow Been drowning...
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Can Someone Safety Pin Me Together?

Can someone safety pin me together? Because I feel as if my soul has been Ripped open with rage and sadness Maybe if I had a million...
My Black Son Nia Magazine for black women

My Black Son

When my son was two years old, we went to Disneyland. When it was time to leave, we gathered in front of the train...
Celebrate #BlackSpeakWeek Nia Magazine for black women

Celebrate Black Speak Week: September 4th-10th. Let’s Make It a Thing

One thing that has never sat well with me is the way that some of us act when we encounter our black brothers and...
Discovery of A Brown Beauty Nia Magazine for black women

Poetry: “Discovery of A Brown Beauty” by Archuleta Chisolm

The reflection in the bathwater always revealed the chocolate hue of my skin. Water beaded upon it like drops of dew on sycamore leaves. The water wouldn’t...
Dear Black people Nia Magazine for black women

Dear Black People…

Dear Black People, It’s time we stop chanting “Black Lives Matter” and start living “Black Lives Matter.” Be honest. At this current moment in time, how many...

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14 Children’s Books With Black Characters to Buy This Season

The Holiday season is quickly approaching and you know what that means. Lists, get-togethers, and tubes of wrapping paper cluttering up the hall closet until...