Volume III: Sisterhood


"When i read the book about Black women, i felt the spirit of those sisters feeding me, making me stronger. Black women have been struggling and helping each other to survive the blows of life since the beginning of time."
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GNN (Girl's News Network)
By Dyandra Harrison
IG:@grlwonder_
Today we sit in a circle, joined by high priestesses from far and near. All knowing and all seeing, excited to discuss the warnings of the future and the eerie realities of today. It’s a shame more of them couldn’t join, but everyone knows that everyone loves to burn ,
Mame,
And tame, any femme with higher wisdom. It’s simply fatal. “She’s pregnant, by a man who loves to make a hobby out of children” “He’s no good, but you didn’t need us to tell you, it’s something you could have asked the hood” “Guess blood ain’t thicka than water, especially when a glass of cognac runs through one of them!” these stories and more after the blunt is finished. The news is always bleak, but us humans have a need for the dark, even when shining a light. Gossip is a past time; why we always did it.Folklore, tall tales, tabloids, old wives tales.
Sister to Me, Friend to You
By B. Elae
(FB/IG: @b.elae)
She sister to me
but friend to you
I know her lies
and know her truths
We weaved tight like sweaters
two sizes too big heavy above our bones
and in each other, we find our homes
She call me and weep
when life ain't sweet
gave me place to lie my head so I could sleep
We travel miles that come and go
and listen to the radio
She hurts so bad
and I hurt too
I wipe her tears
she wipe mine too
She sister to me,
but friend to you
she be stars
I be moon
Photography by Seth Caplan
IG: @Seth_Caplan
Model: Melonee Rembert
IG: @Mmmelonee
Closer
By Dyandra Harrison
She thinks comfort is close, but,
I am closer.
I love to embrace her. Just really hold and squeeze her tight
I want her bed to be a cage fit for a free bird.
She knows exhaustion, but it hides, tossing and turning in the dead of night is how her body knows how to “relax”
I do a great job wearing her out.
She thinks comfort is close, but,
I am closer.
Warmth always feels like being set aflame when you’ve inhabited the arctic.
The ice is too hard to chip, it’s easy to forget what she was seeking within the iceburg.
Maybe a hidden treasure, clarity. Sanity.
She thinks comfort is close, but,
I am closer.
“I am always beside you”
She can’t communicate that she doesn’t understand or speak the language of affirmation,
You can’t connect with those who see a mighty vessel
When the reflection is but a hollow shell.
Hermit crabs and the stillness of a single hermit tarot card
The universe wants you to remember that when you look back you see only your shadow,
But when you see yourself it seems to stand right in front of you
She thinks comfort is close, but,
I am closer.




To the Woman in the Mirror
Photography by Rodni Hicks
IG:@Ajsnaps
By Anairis Vasquez
IG:@Ana_xiris
please make some dinner since you decided to stay
it's been awhile
but I see you still smile
and I know I have this hate
so//
let's keep this straight and simple
a little juvenile
I have been feeling lost and drowsy
a bit fucking lousy
I feel like shit
and nothing ever fucking fits.
lately i been in a pit
doing dumb shit
but I’m quit whining
Being a baby
I need grow some balls
and man up but I’m woman so I’m just be me
just me and I’m fucking happy about that
it's crappy sometimes
living this crime
this lie
I won’t lie to you but I lost a few homies like that
choosing a new path
in understanding who I am
and this is a math problem
I don’t ever think I’ll solve.
unresolved feelings about the past
I hate talking about the past but god damn I need to vent and I don’t care who listens
just listen to millions problems I deal with
millions thoughts that just won’t stop running thru my mind
like I won’t mind a getting hug or a pat on back for doing a good job but what good job
when my one job is to survive and I almost lost it all this year
like the horrible forests fires in California
and I’m getting tried of fire
in burning
so to the woman in the mirror
thank you for dinner
thank you for staying and the beautiful memories
but you must go because mirror mirror on the wall you can’t tell me who’s the fairest of them all
Untitled
By Brieana Patrick
IG:@ocean_briez
It’s the presence of familiarity,
It’s the smile we place on each other’s faces,
It’s the bitter arguments we get into while simultaneously still knowing that you’ll be there for each other.
It’s the sense of comfort and support that you long from the ones who can not deliver.
It’s knowing that you can pour your heart out and can do the same with judgement never being in the way.
It’s when you can confidently say you’ll be friends forever and we’re still just a child.
Sisterhood has a deeper meaning to me than any other relationship I can think of.
It’s the only relationship that is very intimate without any physicality.
The emotional connection that’s created within this special bond no other.
Sisterhood and let’s be honest... black sisterhood is the reason the world goes round




Photography by Rodni Hicks