#BlackBreastfeedingWeek – Hess Love

I wish I dried up I wish every drop of my milk slipped passed those pink lips and nourished the ground Where the bones lay Of my babies Starved while I feed their murderer I wish I dried up So the missus babies would dry up too And be brittle So I could crumble them …

#BlackBreastfeedingWeek – Aemeri

BrGOL Guest Contributor: Aemeri Kenasen Scattered pieces of my identity Reduced to these human walls that brand me woman... with nothing but flesh to define the outline of what it means to be "mother". Though nurturing I remain, my exterior stamps me as "other" and my essence remains a cry for disdain all because I …

Pregnant and Privileged: A Discussion on Racial Disparities in Maternal Care

I was almost 40 and I was sure my life was perfectly full. We had gotten well past our first year as a married couple (even though we'd spent near six years prior "playing house"). Our eldest children, now teens, were more than capable of managing themselves around the house and our youngest children were …