AkosuaRomanShe runs through the palace. Her breath crackles through her lungs, ragged and burning through her throat. She needs to escape Versailles…Jun 21, 2021Jun 21, 2021
AkosuaRobots are not born.“How do they become so mechanical and cold? I am scared to become that person.”Nov 23, 2019Nov 23, 2019
AkosuaWhat Never HappenedHe sneaks up behind me. His hand touches my shoulder. I jump a bit and look back, surprised.Jan 22, 2019Jan 22, 2019
AkosuaZelHis angular jaw clenches as weight pulls at his hair. The tugging is gentle at first, then more sure, and, thus, more painful.Jan 14, 2019Jan 14, 2019
AkosuaEscaping InertiaA girl enters a room, covered in carpet. The carpet is tan, and it goes from floor to wall to ceiling, and, as the door closes behind her…Jul 27, 2018Jul 27, 2018
AkosuaBlack Panther Through a Black Girl’s EyesThe girl who hates her coily hair clutches a stuffed panther to her chest.Feb 19, 2018Feb 19, 2018
AkosuaMichelle Obama’s Portrait Is A Beautiful But Underrated Piece of Work, As Is Much Work Produced By…You are a black woman. You’ve gained knowledge. You’ve developed skills.Feb 13, 2018Feb 13, 2018
AkosuaIt’s warm.In the room, at the base of my body, in a gentle crawl up my back, there is a soft heat. A comfortable heat.Feb 12, 2018Feb 12, 2018
AkosuaShe Made Her Own HeroesHer lungs burned from exertion and laughter. The yellow bag on her head flapped, billowed, and waved like the hair of the blonde women on…Jan 12, 2018Jan 12, 2018