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Historically Black Colleges and Universities (HBCUs) are more than academic institutions; they are cultural spaces that affirm identity, foster community, and support resilience for Black students. For many, attending an HBCU is not merely an academic choice but a decision to be in a culturally affirming environment. Yet this choice often comes with a significant financial burden, forcing students and families to make difficult trade-offs between cultural belonging and econom

I sprinted like my lungs would tear, like the ground owed me survival, like every heartbeat could carve me a name. Each step a scream, each mile a blade pressed to skin. Halfway meets me with a grin, blood in its teeth, saying, "Not enough. Not yours. Not ever." Comparison is a killer, slips in through the ribcage, rips the marrow from your pride, turns effort into ash before you can even breathe it out. I bleed for what I cannot touch, reach for what will never be mine, my s

I remember when freedom fit in my hands blankets learned my shoulders and belief came easy i stood on the edge of everything until my mother reminded me the world had furniture the cape didn't fall it was taken not violently just efficiently like something no longer useful my dragons learned new names interest rates deadlines a future that charges rent my princesses became signatures written in ink that doesn't erase no one warned me no prophecy carved my bones no godmother p

It seems like your response is a bit unclear. Please provide the text you would like me to check for grammar issues.She feels too much to move. Names each ache like clockwork, but never finds the off switch. Her thoughts sit in jars, labeled and untouched. Outside, life runs. Fast and sharp. Seasons pass like strangers she meant to follow. She stays- anchored in the same breath, watching the world change like a show she already missed. She changes her hair. Buys new skin in t

The sky opened up with color and thunder; but all I could see was you. Crowds cheered, kids pointed, but in that moment, the only thing I heard was the quiet between us. Your hand brushed mine, like it had done it a thousand times before. Familiar, yet new. Comfort, with a spark. The fireworks lit the sky loud, wild, beautiful. But none of them felt as steady as your presence right beside me. Every flash above us felt like the world saying: Start here. Begin again. You're saf

"I'm going to stop talking to you soon" Unfathomable words that I've thought Because I would've gave you everything. It's not about self respect Or boundaries Or saving face It's pure self preservation; Survival- Autonomic Nervous System. This parasitic infatuation delusive adoration plastic attachment Pathetic, to say the very least Chipping at my vitals; Impending heart failure Certain asphyxiation It's just a normal friday after all. naya. w

I filled my days with noise, spinning in endless loops, chasing distractions until I became dizzy, until the world blurred like a dream. I gave my body to moments, wrapped myself in futile escapes, devoured words to feel full but never fed the vacant space. I let love slip from my hands, hoping solitude might help me recover. I pressed pen to paper, spilled my soul in ink and sometimes tears, tried to pour the ache into something real, but it only lingered; soft and heavy, a

Got used to missing people that could care less about me. Is it cliche to miss a dad you never had? How unoriginal of me to be a fatherless woman. Am I too old to miss a childhood that was never mine? Does his absence affect my daily life more than I think? My constant need for attention and reassurance may be a fault in my future relationships. His loss? My loss? Fatherless daughters or daughterless fathers? Does self awareness make me better than others? I don't want to be

You called me your worst, A truth that cracked me open wide, But I stay, Even when the words feel unspoken. I could walk away, Let the hurt be my guide, But I hold on, Even when my heart aches inside. You say I'm your worst, But I still reach for you, Through the silence, through the distance, Trying to love you the way I wish I could feel. I'm broken, In ways you'll never see, But I'm still fighting for us, Even when it's killing me. I give pieces of myself, Even when it fee

Grandma? That wasn’t my grandma. Mine was open-eyed and full of life. She constantly brought us fruits and desserts, drove me home from school when I was “sick,” attended Bible study some evenings, and watched her favorite programs in the mornings. She was home. So how could this be my grandmother? So lifeless, so empty. Her life, it seemed, had boiled down to this one moment: an awkward viewing at the funeral home. Her children and grandchildren were all together, finally to

I need to move, I grew up here and I need more I need to move, But what if it’s cold  and echoes in my apartment? What if my heater breaks? I need to move, But what if I forget my brother's birthday? What if my friends forget what I get at 7/11? I need to move, And what if nothing changes but no more mom to spill my day on, no more carpet to spill my juice on But what if my mind follows my body If I can’t escape what I am It shouldn’t matter where I am. I want to move, What i