(1882-1961) Jessie Redmon Fauset was born on April 27, 1882, in Camden County, New Jersey. She grew up in Philadelphia and attended the...

(1862-1931) Ida B. Wells-Barnett was a prominent journalist, activist, and researcher, in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. In her...

(1825-1900) Rarely has an author's identity been so instrumental in the reclamation of her writing. Long thought to be white, Harriet E....

(1813 - 1897) It was not Harriet Jacob's nature to give up without a fight. Born into slavery, Harriet Jacobs would thwart repeated...

(1880–1966) A member of the Harlem Renaissance, Georgia Douglas Johnson wrote plays, a syndicated newspaper column, and four collections...

(1825-1911) As a poet, author, and lecturer, Frances Ellen Watkins Harper was a household name in the nineteenth century. Not only was...

(1882–1975) Harlem Renaissance poet and activist Anne Bethel Scales Bannister Spencer was born on a Virginia farm in 1882. The daughter...

(1875–1935) Poet, essayist, diarist, and activist Alice Moore Dunbar-Nelson was born in New Orleans, Louisiana, to mixed-race parents....

I never really learned to braid. I can do a simple three strand braid, but nothing more. This is one of the lessons I missed out on as a...

I am outside with the boys, grounded for a moment by the last vodka shot. There’s Stephen, who usually doesn’t come to my hang out...

It is biting cold in front of the Family Court.

 A year ago, if you had told me that I would be standing here today, about to petition ...

To the memory of my father buried in Petit-Goâve Of all the poems in my first collection, Cris de colère, Chants d’espoir, Cries of...

I’ve been obsessed with breasts since I was ten. I was envious of Barbie’s breasts—the upturned, pointed cones would never...

In Risen From the Dough, two Haitian-American women in a bakery kitchen prepare for the impending arrival of the health inspector while...

I teach more than two hundred teens. My smallest class is thirty-three students. I simply don’t have the time to get to...

I feel alive. Ideas are fast—like shooting stars I follow until brighter ones appear. I volunteer to...

As he disappears. Leaving me in the parking lot of the club, things biting my legs, crawling all over me.

No matter how long or dark the night, he recognized a passerby by the shuffle of the feet, the rustle of the clothes, the sway of...

When my brother came out of the womb on a month of July, Papa looked at him closely with a grimace.

Because Mama cannot hear and because she talks nonsense everytime she opens her mouth Everyone avoids her

Daudier wrote the song after the Duvalier regime closed the popular Catholic station Radio Soleil on December 5, 1985 for broadcasting news

I was of the water, you were of the air, and we both hungered for a place we didn’t remember.

How many shadows to become whole? How many cracked shadows & shadowed cracks?

I love the chanting of Veni Creator Spiritu, the statue of the Virgin Mary with her smooth, serene face & her outstretched arms —her courage