All Her Little Secrets

by Wanda M. Morris

I chalked this party up to another example of my being “too Black” for one group of people here and “not Black enough” for the other.

I really hate it when people piss on me and try to convince me it’s raining.

mistakes didn’t make you a bad person. They made you human.

Quineisha

Anchored on the wall behind his desk, an oversize American flag. It nearly covered the entire wall. I bet if I peeked under it, there was a Confederate flag there too.

“Thank you, sir.” Juice looked at me and grinned after the man walked off. “I had to switch things up there for a minute.”