By Ky Finds: Cornrows, Afro Puffs & Joy


A lot of people may not know this about me, but I collect postcards. I know it sounds weird, but I do. It all started when I went to a Jean Michel Basquiat exhibit and wanted to take a keepsake of his artwork with me to cherish forever, so I bought his art in the form of a postcard. My collection has grown tremendously since then and includes people like Nina Simone, Josephine Baker, and Langston Hughes.

Most recently I purchased this beautiful representation of Black Girl Magic entitled Cornrows, Afro Puffs & Joy by Delphine Fawundu. It’s the perfect image of love, light, and sisterhood.

Click the link below to head over to Delphine’s Etsy shop where you can purchase this card and so much more:×27-in?ref=related-2



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Fighting Culture Among Girls&Women…Why?

I’ve never been a fighter. The one time I was probably supposed to fight a girl for trying to “steal my man” I didn’t have the heart to. What was the point? To hurt her? I didn’t want to hurt anyone. Sometimes I would ask God why he made me like this? Passive, never wanting to entertain trouble. People assumed it was a weakness but I look at it as having a big heart. People assumed I was letting others take advantage of me, but it was more about being a nice person. Growing up in Brooklyn, this was one of the many nuances in my personality that made me feel different from others. As a Brooklyn girl you have to be tough, right? Well, I was never like that. I would rather be friends with you than fight you. However, there are so many people, so many young girls to be exact. who feel the opposite.

In order to gain respect, you have to fight and be the champ. For some reason, a lot of girls and guys hold girl fights in such high esteem. I will never forget when I was peer pressured to go to the projects and fight a group of girls to defend one of my friends. I brought a bottle of Clorox to defend myself; otherwise, I would’ve been done for. God was with me that day because the girls never showed up. I vowed never to put myself in such danger again, all in the name of fitting in or proving something to these so-called “friends.” Continue reading “Fighting Culture Among Girls&Women…Why?”

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