
Editor’s note: This story is part of That’s My Word, KQED’s year-long exploration of Bay Area hip-hop history, with new content dropping all throughout 2023.
I’m a teaching artist standing before 20 teenage boys, mostly Black and brown. They’re inquisitive at the moment, which means I have just minutes to grab their attention before they zone out. Oh, and by the way, they’re incarcerated in the high-security unit at San Francisco Juvenile Hall.
“So feminism is…”
I trail off. The white, male teacher assigned to leading discussions for Women’s History Month eyes me. I’m nervous he’ll interrupt again, launching into a mansplanation about why the unit should care about the girls in their community.
“I know it’s sometimes hard for y’all to understand feminism because y’all go through so much,” I continue.


