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I think that maybe if we can guard ourselves and each other, if we can keep from losing our minds alone in quiet rooms and can at least lose them side by side, we may live through the year.

from Thursday Morning, Newbury Street by Eve L. Ewing

#Eve L. Ewing #Black women trying to heal

Nydia Blas, from the series Revival

#beholding Black intimate geographies #the internal life of Black women #the internal life of Black girls

All my friends are sisters and husbands I'm afraid to be uncharted I want an empire in my teeth but I can't be bothered to not wear silk or nothing I have grown up less mysterious than my myth All men do is think I'm looking at them When I think about them tasting me I don't I mean don't google my tits when you can just Unfortunately I have a body and I'm the only one in charge of it you know what I eat the bones too I'm in the world I'm in the world nobody cares where I came from

from Magical Negro #217: Diana Ross Finishing a Rib in Alabama, 1990s by Morgan Parker

#the internal life of Black women #Morgan Parker

What makes this difficult to detail is how special it felt to be chosen. How painful to be a color swatch when walls are no longer a thing to be broken but a place for false exploration.

from Big Sun Coming Strong Through The Motel Blinds by Shauna Barbosa

#of desire and tenderness #Shauna Barbosa

This is your time to turn yourself into one of those women who wait, forever and a day, til the bantu knots dry.

from Strology Scorpio by Shauna Barbosa

#the internal life of Black women #Shauna Barbosa

When you look at me, know that more than white is missing.

from Lessons from a Mirror by Thylias Moss

#Thylias Moss #the internal life of Black women

What Du Bois describes as failure, I describe as wayward forms of intimacy, family, and affiliation. They are a queer resource of Black survival, marked by the anomalous social formation of Black life that unfolded in the hold of the ship.

Saidiya Hartman in conversation with Rizvana Bradley

#the internal life of Blackness #Saidiya Hartman

No, that’s not what I meant … The body is also a thinking organism. And black folk are bodies that think. We think all the time.

William Pope.L

#William Pope.L #the internal life of Blackness

I feel most colored when I am collecting dust. When I am impatient and sick. When they use us to distract us. My ears leak violet petals. I sharpen them. I sharpen them again.

from I Feel Most Colored When I Am Thrown Against A White Sharp Background by Morgan Parker

#Morgan Parker #the internal life of Blackness

Even though the monumental work of racism presents our lives and our art and our geographies as transparent, knowable, and always tied to oppression, there are some parts of blackness they just cannot have or imagine or grasp.

from Keeping The Heartbreak by Katherine McKittrick

#the internal life of Blackness #Katherine McKittrick

If we think about the correlation between black women and anger as more than just, “let’s push back against this representation we don’t like,” there might be something useful for us there. The image of the angry black woman can’t do the work. Arguing about whether or not the “angry black woman” is a good or bad representation won’t really move the dial.

Terrion L. Williamson

#Terrion L. Williamson #the internal life of Black women

#Kelsey Lu #the internal life of Black women

Peace on this planet Or guns glowing hot, We lay there together As if we were getting Something done. It Felt like planting A garden or planning A meal for a people Who still need feeding,

Stand by Jericho Brown

#of desire and tenderness #Jericho Brown

I toss without rest In the darkness Until the new dawn Wan and pale, Descends like a white mist Into the court-yard.

from Summer Night by Langston Hughes

#Langston Hughes #the internal life of Black men

#Jamee Jones #the internal life of Blackness #all the pain caused by romantic mislove #trauma: an open wound

Damn right I got the blues I’m so fed up I could shoot a room full of men From the back of my dreams down to my laugh No one cares about nothin unless it carries them What the hell are you asking me again

from Crash Blue Sunday (take 2) by Nikki Wallschlaeger

#Nikki Wallschlaeger #trauma: an open wound #the internal life of Black women

I don’t want to clean but my mind is sick Best thing to do is pick up a broom & forget about it But I don’t want to do what’s good for me I only wanna to do what’s good for you

from Crash Blue Sunday by Nikki Wallschlaeger

#Nikki Wallschlaeger #all the pain caused by romantic mislove #trauma: an open wound

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