Black Voices

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.

Lauren Ingram

Dear Mainstream,

MiC Contributor

Dear Professor A,


Dear Black People at the University of Michigan,