The Slow March Away (Considering a Post-Twitter Life)

Skinny Black Girl
Dec 2, 2017 · 2 min read
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Formerly innocuous words (“queen,” “protect,” “tea”) taste sour on my tongue, triggering a Lambchops Play Along-style chorus of strangers’ thoughts that have jumped off the screen and embedded in my psyche.

The Skinny Black Girl

Musings and memoirs of a perfectly ordinary girl.

Skinny Black Girl

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Shit talker. Star gazer. Editor of fairy tales. Lover of solitude. Author of “Songs About Boys: The romantic musings and misadventures of my 20s.”

The Skinny Black Girl

Musings and memoirs of a perfectly ordinary girl.