Free write

after she left that morning
i hung on the wall much
like the naked wood of the mop.

no bucket and dying of thirst,
i waited there for her until
my hair collected dust.

coffee spilled all across
our wood floor and all
i could do was wait.

Written by: Flose Boursiquot


I am

You won’t like all the truth that is true to me. You won’t understand the blood that flows through me. Don’t use me, don’t use me. Not for your work, not for your friendship, not for you sex. Don’t use me, don’t use.

I’m human.

Gags Don’t Belong On The Job

This is not a slight to any past or current employers, but a great piece of information I learned tonight while discussing small business with a friend who is a superwoman and starting her own company with a group of amazingly talented people. Can’t wait to share more with y’all once she’s off the ground!

Long story short, we were discussing what millennials see in employers that we appreciate and the practices we no longer wish to see. From there, we began discussing conversations that are taboo at work. For example, discussing salary and benefits with your co-workers. This is a practice employers discourage because it often leads to the forming of a union but you have every right to discuss these issues. Actually, it might help bring work issues to surface and aid your employer in practicing business more justly. If juste practices are important and your employer doesn’t practice them, that job or career is likely not a good fit for you, but idk… don’t blame me if you ruin your life.

Back to the topic at hand. A great practice is to ask yourself why certain situations are taboo in the workplace and what you can do to change them. Secrecy or gags within workplaces does not excuse the many offenses folks have committed, but I think keeping quiet has aided a lot of terrible practices including sexual harassment because employees are believed to have no power and should not be speaking out.

Furthermore, if you are in a situation where you need to be treated justly, speak to your boss, then go from there. I’m tired of hearing so many friends who were told college was the way to go, so we did, and now many of them will be in debt for life… can you imagine. Life! You work a middle class job and for the rest of your life you have to pay off loans because our society told you that you HAD to go to college to make it in America.

Now you’re at this job and they’re paying you shit money and expect you to appreciate basic ass shit employers should be doing anyway. Don’t be angry about it in secret & exhale with friends although that’s totally cool — exploding and exhaling with friends is great –, do something!

Also, this idea that employees should not talk to each other about benefits and pay is fucking silly and perpetuates a capitalist system that says there ISN’t ENOUGH TO GO AROUND SO SCRAMBLE FOR WHAT YOU CAN GET. Ugh. No!

Anyway, I’m on a tangent. Maybe because I’ve been reading up on economics too much in preparation for my 3rd quarter at SOM, but I hope this was helpful.

The Atlantic
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I have a voice!

you cannot silence me
my feet burn through the pavement and leave enough dust
for my grandchildren to make clay pots
the thoughts that travel through my mind leave textbook pages ashamed

you cannot silence me
my boot straps awaken the Black Panthers and take notes from Malcolm X
I know what it means to starve
a physical pain that engulfs your intellect and spirit

you cannot silence me
I am a young Nikki Giovanni with words so freeing notebook pages fling their legs open when i peek at them with a side eye
master’s grandchildren stand miles away when air escapes my lungs and thoughts juxtapose that of W.E.B. DuBois

you cannot silence me
i am not a mindless crab in a bucket
i refuse
yes, i refuse to step over the hands and feet of my people
we are intertwined like the molecules in our bodies

you cannot silence me
my children will not wake up caved in by debt, miseducation and fear
they will know that beauty doesn’t solely lie in blue eyes
and that wealth isn’t manufactured green on trees

you cannot silence me
my ancestors taught me how to read a map
they left blueprints imprinted in my DNA
if I ever lose my way, i look in the mirror
touch my wide nose
feel my naps
embrace my brown skin
and i find my way

you cannot silence me
death does not scare me
i welcome heavy words sung by my kings and queens on the block
they are reminders of journeys taken so i can stand here today

you cannot silence me
my back may weaken
but my boots will carry
my brothers and sisters will lift me

you cannot silence me
because with every step i will roar
we will roar
arm-in-arm, a destiny will be set
and we will achieve

Flose Boursiquot:

The Inquisitr
The Inquisitr