Where are the voices like mine? Where is the representation? My history does not begin and ends with slavery. I am angry because it matters to me to be able to see my image, my voice reflected in the words across a page. I am beyond frustrated with my English Department. The lack of diversity is appalling in both curriculum and faculty. I am fed up with literature fuelled by the white supremacist patriarchy that continually marginalizes women and ignores thoughts, ideas, and opinions of POCs. I am not sure if meeting with the chair will be enough to make a change. I am having a what the fuck moment. Excuse me while I contemplate my next move.
Words LIFE Breathe write 