Do Black Girls Go to Heaven? I started asking myself this question when I was six years old. Five days before my seventh birthday, my pregnant aunt was killed by an impatient driver. That moment began shaping the rest of my life in ways I would not realize until my second attempt at a master’s program. Everyone talked about her being in a better place but what was the place and what is heaven for a Black girl? I ask myself if heaven for a Black girl is a place where Black girls do not die exhausted, exceptional, or extraordinary? Is it a place where we can be mediocre for a day? Or a place where baby hairs and kinky edges do not cause uproar or debates? Most importantly, is heaven for a Black girl a place where the intersection of race and gender do not deny us access to survival? This is a work a fiction exploring the questions above regarding survival in waking life and the afterlife.
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