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They even admitted it

After weeks of convincing, I decided to download the Co-star app. Co-star dawned on me when I was reading my horoscope on Twitter. “Why not?” I thought. I remember my bestfriend and my sister asking me to join this app with them. This was so long ago, that they forgot they even asked me to download the app.

For those of you who are unaware, Co-star is an astrology app. Once you open the app, it prompts you to fill the database with your birthday, birth time, and birth location to conjure your birth chart. You’ll get your sun sign…

“Where there is love and inspiration, I don’t think you could go wrong.”-Ella Fitzgerald

In honor of Black History Month, I will be highlighting black stories — past and present on my platform. I plan to retell the stories of those forgotten in the blooded ink of history. I am going to bring light to haunted tales that have been concealed by truth and integrity of the black voice. I want to share stories of successful black people today. It it the very least I can do.

Black History Unchained

A proper introduction

I’m usually the person in the room that dreads an introduction, wishing I was coincidently forgotten in the crowd. I would always think to myself, where do I start? What will I say about my life that will be as interesting as my short stories? I also worry too much. I am immensely grateful that I have been asked to share my story.

To Start, My Name is Bambzi Ellis, Pronounced BAM-ZEE Ellis.

I’ve always been someone to dabble in creative outlets. When I am stressed, I paint. When I am motivated, I write. When I need to relax, I read.
When I have something to say, I write.

Reapers Are A Girl’s BestFriend(ZATR #1)

Zulie’s mother did not wake up with her in the woods the next morning.

Everything happens for a reason

“Friendship is the comfort of knowing that even if you are alone, you aren’t.-Anonymous”

It’s been three days since ending a FaceTime call with friends I made at my current job.

They no longer work there, but aren’t in arms reach as they were before. (Or a short drive’s reach, since they were at least arms reach by the phone.) They are at least a twelve-hour drive from where I am now. After we ended the call I sat and marinated on the conversation we had.Two hours and three episodes of poor connections later.


In honor of Women’s History Month — The women who pushed me to be a better writer

Who was the first person that told you you were a good writer?

And I don’t mean the ring around people say to get someone out of their faces: “Good job, this paper is nice!” I mean the bright spark that sparks the mind after reading something that unexpectedly resonates with you. I mean the straightening of one’s posture and a shocking twist of features across someone’s face when they read your work and say, “This is really good. You’re a really good writer, do you write other things?” Okay maybe not in that order but…

A short statement on the disturbing attacks on Asian Americans/ Pacific Islanders

“Love and compassion are necessities, not luxuries. Without them humanity cannot survive.” -Dalai Lama

It’s hard to ignore the troubles of today when we’re magnetized (And I say magnetized, because it’s more attraction than adherence.) to our phones and what they think is attracting to us. Unfortunately in today’s society, our attention is more effected by the negative aspect to social media. …

a poem.

Who could disrupt your peace

If you’re living in your truth?

Nothing is more liberating,

Than proving

the nay sayers and

the cyber haters


The dismissive friends:

Their denial of your success

slithering through gritted teeth

The ones that try to pull you down

when you’re so close to the peak.

That spit on the idea of your happiness

when you turn your cheek.

Are you sure?” friends,

I don’t know about that,” friends,

that have no ambition.

no goals to meet.

they need your

failures to feed.

Nothing feels better than proving them wrong.

Starve them…

How Barracoon: The Story of the Last “Black Cargo” led to finding the last slave ship

In the 1920’s, anthropologist and folklorist Zora Neale Hurston made a groundbreaking discovery for black history: A surviving freed slave that boarded the last slave ship to the United States.

In the late 19th century, after the Civil War, slavery became “outlawed” in the United States. Of course, some were outraged by the outcome of the war. Some took matters into their own hands and refused to abide by the new law of liberating slaves. A ship took one last trip on the Atlantic…

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