Live in poetry.
Hello! My name is Kara Elise Ireland, and I am an author, poet, educator and doctoral student. I am the author of Journals, Walk A Mile, The Silence, The Game Plan, and Ghosts.
…I’d spent my entire high school and undergraduate career getting through the material. I wanted to dive in full force now; I wanted to be consumed by it. My devotion to this work is the primary reason I’m here.
…I’d spent my entire high school and undergraduate career getting through the material. I wanted to dive in full force now; I wanted to be consumed by it. My devotion to this work is the primary reason I’m here.
I grew up in a Black neighborhood and attended Black schools all my life, but a predominantly white institution (PWI) is where I embraced my Blackness.
I thought maybe it wasn’t that serious if medical professionals were telling me so and undermining my experiences. … A Black woman was the first to recognize, affirm, and respond to my pain.
After dinner and a couple hours of TV, Daddy passed by the couch and whispered something in my ear: I got something to show you, he said, now come here and don’t make a fuss.
Little Black boys witnessed their role in the equation and replicated it. Some would grow up and fulfill it when it was no longer a game.
It’s one thing to temporarily fall in love with anyone who is nice to you, even if you know you’ll never see them again (cheers to you, pretty girl who complimented my earrings), which, granted, I am prone to. But it’s another to spend time in an intimate sphere with someone you’re mutually attracted to – for them to leave without a trace.
You cannot expect changed behavior without speaking the fuck up about what’s bothering you.