Notes on being pretty with my weave and lashes.
My look was inspired by Nneka J.
I love her style, head to toe.
Found this suit a year ago at the Goodwill, for $4 !
I vividly remember leaving home and starting my new life as a freshmen at Morgan State.
The smell of pine sol in Blount’s halls.
My grandmother getting a box of biscuits from Popeyes.
The whole car was packed.
We went to Walmart and got things for my dorm room.
I didn’t see her cry, though.
Not until the second time she brought me to school.
As she was putting the last of her things in the trunk of her car, I felt her energy. Sure enough, when I looked up at her, she was crying. She was proud of her gran.
I wonder how my mother would have felt.
Or my father...
When those freshmen girls began filling up the seats of the ballroom, I found myself smiling the entire time. I could tell, even from where I was sitting, who was from up north like me, who was starting to feel the silent tax of being away from a dysfunctional home, who was ready to become even without knowing who it is that they will be. I saw younger versions of me. And I told them what I needed to hear when I was in their seat: don’t spend your refund checks, don’t take out private loans, and whatever you do—start paying them back as soon as you graduate!