Blogging & Me: An Ode To Black Girls Who Blog

My writing has always been a secret. I can only think of one person that knew I liked to write. Not just for fun but because I had to.

For as long as I can remember, writing was my release, my escape. I can't count the amount of journals I went through over the years. Even now, I still have one.

I started writing as a form of an expression. I started writing to release the built up frustrations, angers, and sadness that bred inside of me. Putting pen to paper made my depression real. The dried ink made my feelings valid.

I've never thought about a career in writing or putting my thoughts out to the public for the matter. I published a few poems here and there to various contests that I allegedly won and are published in books that I'm not sure exist. But that's as far as it ever went. No one needed to know my struggles or losing battle I was fighting with myself.

Then I discovered Xanga.

I had a friend who had one and was shocked I didn't. I went to her page and noticed that it was more than just a website. It was a blog. It was her thoughts. It was her life put out there to the world. Was she crazy? Maybe. But she enjoyed it and found a release in doing so. Plus her blog design was dope.

So I started one and that was my first step into the blogging world. My first step into letting the world know my life. This isn't so bad I thought. Outside of my real life friend, no one knows me. And to be sure of that, I created an alias.

I was wrote my thoughts and my inner feelings. Some days were sad and depressing. Others were basic teenage drama. But soon enough, I started connecting with others who were just like me. Then after a while, I took an extended break from the blogging world. I still wrote in my journal of course, but I stopped letting the public in behind my velvet rope. 

Until recently.

When I decided I was going to be an author and write professionally, I figured I needed a website. But figured I needed a blog so my readers would feel some type of connection to me. I wanted more than a traditional website with random updates about my work. I wanted something more. Something a bit more up close and personal. But not too close.

So I created my first blog in years. I titled "La Femme Voyage" meaning the woman's journey. It fit because I was on a journey. I'm still on a journey. I've created other blogs since Xanga but they were for the wrong reasons.

I didn't expect much out of my new blog. I just blogged my thoughts on life, reality TV, and being a college student/graduate in this day in age. Occasionally, I would tweet it out hoping someone would read it but at the same time hoping they don't. But the former happened and it opened a whole new world.


One day, I seen the the hash-tag stated above and decided to just add it to my blog links. Because, well, why not? I knew of BGWB via the shirts that I occasionally seen on my timeline. But I never knew it was a movement.

Who would've thought there were women, black women, outside of major online outlets that were blogging just like me? I never thought I was only one but it's also nice to see that I am not alone. My blog, LFV and this one right here has connected me to so many beautiful, talented women of color who are just like me.

Now I have a bigger, deeper, and more meaningful reason to write. To connect with black women who are just like me fills my soul. BGWB reminds me that I am not alone. It reminds me that we are all on a journey of some sort. It reminds me that our words bind us together. It reminds me how fucking amazing black women are because although I know this, it's not always seen in the media.

Thank you Morgan for creating such a movement. I need this.

Peace & Light,


  1. I started on Xanga too! It would be amazing if I could recover those lost files. I can relate to this. Only difference is I've always known I wanted to write in my professional life, even if it was just a side gig. When I first joined blogger back in 2009, I had no idea blogging would blow up and grow to the level it is now. I think had I known that, I would've made it a bigger deal, but back then, it was all about expressing myself and putting myself out there, which it still kinda is. I appreciate this movement too, because black girl bloggers are often over-shadowed and for a long time, I didn't even know how to spot black girls who were doing the same thing I did. Now, a whole world of amazing black women, each with a unique voice, are placed in front of me on a daily basis. Phenomenal. Glad to see it's effects on other bloggers match the effect it's had on me.


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