In a stern but gentle voice, you told me the world wouldn’t see me like the white children.

Things were changing, you said, but I had to face reality.

And I didn’t believe you.


Ashley Kim

A book that I still clearly remember from middle school is The Fold by An Na. It tells a story of a Korean American girl, having conflicted feelings about her monolid eyes where her plastic surgery-addict aunt is pushing her to get the crease surgery.



In our language, we say bị thương when we mean hurt.

In our language, we say thương when we mean love.



This is a callout post for the Curry-Queen-With-Flowers-In-Her-Hair brand of brown girls that flood Instagram and Twitter timelines everywhere.


If you don’t know what I’m talking about:


Sometime last year, my friends and I were chatting, and somehow—I don’t remember how—I had mentioned that my name, Monica, is not the name I was born with.


Latinidad Editorial Board

Founded on the mission for Latinx students to reclaim, uplift and properly represent the Latinx community, Latinidad is a new magazine that is forging its ways among the intersection of creative expression and social justice.


As Michigan in Color is expanding, we would like to extend this platform to all creative folx of color with this new founded creative column.

Grant (left) and whiterose (right) converse.

(Fair warning: I’ll be including spoilers for previous seasons of Mr. Robot from here on out.)



I was miserable. Hot, sweaty, feverish, and just about ready to cry.


And I did.



Growing up as an ethnic and religious minority in America, it has always been easy for me to list the hardships I faced.