Rootless

by Krystle Zara Appiah

maybe she could talk about how she’d spent most of fifth period fighting back tears and struggling to follow along because the feeling had rioted inside her, quickened her heartbeat, and made it impossible for her to catch her breath—but Maame’s voice had wavered.

Anxiety :(

“I don’t know what I want.” She pauses, just as surprised as Sam is.

That's Real

She nods. “Everything’s great.”

Is it?

wants a kid so badly, but you’re never here for the family you do have.

Say That Efe

“I wonder why we do that,” she says. “Do what?” “Measure a woman’s strength by the amount she is able to endure?”