Dear Diary of a Mad Black Woman

An opinionated and melanin-ated production. 
 
New Season! So what’s new? I am no longer the 17-year-old black girl navigating IB that brought you entry 1 in 2017. I am now a 19-year-old black girl shaking every table I get a seat at, which is currently Columbia University in New York City. You can take me out of Tampa but, you can’t take Tampa out of me!! (But that setting is out of my videos, for now). Instead of being for anyone else, this new era of Dear Diary of a Mad Black Woman is going to be completely for ME; for putting my thoughts into words and for documenting my transformation into the radical I am committed to becoming because no one is free until we are ALL free. 

What’s the same? In entry 1, I said I sincerely do not mean to offend anyone. And that is still not my intention. But it is inevitable nonetheless. After all, no revolution ever started with happiness. 

All power to the people. Peace and freedom to the world.