Language Matters

On Saturday, 6th June, I joined the Black Lives Matter protest in Berlin. In the past years, I protested for Black Lives in London, alongside many other Black people and allies. As Germany has a much smaller Black population, Berlin’s protest was mostly white. Of course, when the majority of the participants are non-Black, the…

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The Good Girl

“No I know you, I can feel you, you’re a good girl.” In most cases, you smile when being told that you’re a good person. Maybe because you’re kind and you radiate positive energy. This definition implies that anyone can be good. However in my world, good carries a different meaning. It comes with a…

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The Virgin Complex

You will feel it                       he said The ache                he said You will grow and know                                        he said What it is to want and be wanted                                                        he grabbed Haunted by hands too big and feet kicking against the waterDon’t say my name Don’t be nice  Hold me and go fast fuck yeah that feels good even…

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Queer Shame

My sexual preference wasn’t something I allowed myself to realise or explore until I turned seventeen. Nevertheless, my attraction to women was something I accepted relatively easily and within a couple of months of silently voicing the fact to myself, I found myself coming out to my friends. It wasn’t until a year later, having…

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Grasping Privilege

Being a black, “lightskin“, able bodied, educated, straight, cis-woman holding a German passport, who aspires to be a writer, struggles with mental health at times, studies in London and regularly travels different parts of the world, there are little things that confuse me more than trying to grasp the concept of privilege. This is because…

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Shame

  Three of the top propositions I had to face up to as a young girl and woman: „Don’t make such a fuss!” „Nobody’s going to steal anything away from you!” „She really is embarrassed.“ It is true. I sometimes am kind of bashful. As my native language is German, when I started thinking about…

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Futura Free

What do you wanna be when you grow up? Have you started looking at any career options? I am on the verge of finishing my university degree: sketching a trajectory, defining my course of action and giving a shape to my aspirations has become somewhat pressing. In the West, we are brought from the youngest…

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SISTERHOOD: Motherhood

My grandma was a German catholic girl who had to flee what is now Czech after Germany lost WWII. Her family moved to the Munich area and after finishing school, she started working at Foehrenwald, the biggest camp for displaced persons. There, she met my grandfather, a Jewish man who had escaped the Ghetto in…

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No Scrubs Taken

Disclaimer: This essay largely speaks from personal experience and acknowledges that it is not always as such. It does not support stereotypes but simultaneously aims to bring out issues that many women may have faced. Many men often lack the ability, or rather the will, to accept no as an answer. Not only does that…

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