Rahima Rice

Rahima Rice is an award-winning playwright and founder of The 4208 Group, which showcases the creativity of women writers, with the goal to cultivate their growth and development. Her work includes the short film Making & Breaking (People’s Choice Award Winner, 2020 OLA Film Festival), the web series Room 513, and the one-act play The Eight (2018 Anacostia Playhouse Visions/Revisions New Works Festival, 2020 Pro-Black One Acts Festival).

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Sexuality, Womanhood, and Power. Simone and Lorde.
They Don’t Have to Be Friends

There are these standards of friendship applied to kids that I think should be eradicated.

Sexuality, Womanhood, and Power. Simone and Lorde.
Toxic Femininity

Black men are supposed to be the ultimate image of strength and sex appeal. Linebackers and the Sexiest Man Alive. But, when is the linebacker allowed to cry? How does the Sexiest Man Alive express his honest insecurities about his image? For so many Black men, there’s no safe space to express this level of vulnerability.

Sexuality, Womanhood, and Power. Simone and Lorde.
More Sex, Less Playdates

On almost every TV show I watched growing up, the mother was always too tired for sex. Mothers would constantly shoo away their husbands’ flirts and affections. I am determined to understand the absurdity of the sexless mom.

Audre Lorde
The Plight and the Path: At the Intersection of Race and Gender

Black women have always fought for women’s liberation. As far back as the Suffragist movement, Black women have always rallied for equality of the sexes. But, Black feminists have always had to consider their plight in the fight, the intersection of their blackness and their womanness.

Sexuality, Womanhood, and Power. Simone and Lorde.
I’m Gonna Make A Mistake

I am a card-carrying member of the worry club. But I’m showing up in relationships as my whole self, flaws and all, and evolving outside the narrow margins of perfectionism brought on by the patriarchy.

Sexuality, Womanhood, and Power. Simone and Lorde.
Carnal Kissing

We sat on the edge of the bed, in darkness, unsure of ourselves or how to proceed. I looked at him, and he looked back. Moments later, my face was wet. It was over. I was confused. Had I been kissed?

Acting Outside the Box

As I listen to very well-meaning white people discuss white supremacy and the reckoning they are having with their own bias, they often forget to mention the work they’re doing with their children.

Waiting for My Dad

The other night I sat with my guy and had the talk. The talk you never want to have. That final talk. That talk where he is no longer my guy and I am no longer his girl.

She Can’t Get Me Pregnant

I am a woman who was married to a woman. I am a divorced woman. I married a woman only my friends liked. I am a woman who spent five years in a marriage I thought would last a lifetime.

On Why I Love Drugs
On Why I Love Drugs

I walked outside and the summer air kissed my face like the greatest lover. Like it loved me the most. I closed my eyes and kissed it back. I loved how I felt on drugs.