Black Voices

Efe Osagie

I love makeup. I think it’s safe to say that makeup is one of the things people spend the most money on without realizing it.

Kanye West

As my Black Twitter timeline blew up with Bill Cosby memes and “now this” videos about yet another act of violence against someone Black, my heart dropped to see Kanye West.


Every morning, I find myself walking to class listening to my favorite songs, watching squirrels as they finesse food from passersby and moving around white people walking in my direction on the sidewalks.


When I was younger, being Black and Nigerian never caused me any problems. I grew up in a fairly diverse town and school district. Throughout elementary school, I had friends of multiple races and ethnicities.

Being Black in a white world is exhausting. While other people get to live their lives, oblivious to instances of racial injustice, Black people are not afforded that same privilege.

Last week, I was in an argument. Although no punches were thrown, I felt like I got slapped in the face a few times, but I thought I did the best I could. Even though I was ducking and weaving through the racist rhetoric, it still felt like I got my ass beat.

Black girl,

I like your hair,

The way it defies gravity

And holds its shape,

The way it curls

Once water hits,

Imagine this: It’s a Sunday afternoon and you’re on your way home for the evening. To your annoyance, the route you normally take has more traffic than normal. Initially, the bumper-to-bumper backup is inching along, but it quickly grinds to a complete halt.

And yet we bleed the same and share the same parts
but privilege is your name while mine is Black like the galaxy. And you
have connotations like beach white or innocence and I can’t even find

As Americans, we pride ourselves on how far we’ve come from the disturbing times of slavery and segregation.