look what i learned in hip hop school mama!

my final assessment for hip hop allows me to be creative. thumbs up.

cracking knuckles. time to loosen those creative juices too readily squelched by the heat of academic writing, looming deadlines, tricky conversations, imminent grades, tuition bills and liquid summer-time temptations...

As a framework for this endeavor, I am using David Kirkland's essay, "For Colored Girls Who Considered Suicide When Social Networking Was Enuf." This text struck chords on keys in my soul by allowing a voice to emerge I always knew but never knew. by saying its okay to write yourself into and onto everyday landscapes. by allowing me to sift through this thing called "bein a woman &  bein colored." by giving me the push to grow my own pheminism. to explore myself and others in multi-modal contexts.

The entries below are my reflections on my hip hop course both explicitly and indirectly. I've reflected on ways the course lends itself to fueling conversations around justice in classrooms,

I've put myself out there to define my own organic pheminism through poetry

I've inked my story

and considered the language of the oppressed at it relates to classrooms

I've daydreamed about my place in hip hop as a female

I've poked my nose in student poetry/rap

and I've thought about ways in which memory impacts identity- through hip hop...

my reflections are still sparse, skeleton-like in nature, but honest.

I've learned that I've learned a lot and processing that is in its first stages, but well underway.