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Nigerian artist uses the symbol of the Afro Comb to celebrate activists jailed fighting for freedom and fairness.
Afro combs were very popular in the 70’s in America among Black youth who protested against repression. They represented both cultural and religious beliefs despite the fact that it was quite fashionable. The artist Fred Martins chose an orange color for showing association with prison. Five African leaders were chosen for their struggle for freedom, social justice, and fairness.
Fred Martins previous collection of art was dedicated to the serious issue of climate change. He is an artist who tries to draw attention to crucial problems of the humanity.
Wading.
He's avoiding the confrontation. She's annoyed with waiting. Always waiting for him to put her first. Realization isn't familiar with his actions, but his lips remember the feel of hers. So he speaks with hope of piercing her emotions and his passion give her reason to believe he has potential. What soothes her her soul is his ignorance. His not knowing how to treat a women of her nature gives her reason to be calm. Provides her purpose in his life, since he's willing to be her student. So with four hands, one seed is sewn. What will reap is currently unknown. This distance is causing the drying of their soil. This distance is causing the lonely in their souls. She worry's about his love at the end of road. Will his eyes still glow when he looks at her? Will his lips still yearn too feel hers first? Will his arms around her waist still cause her thirst? Does he discipline himself to remember her worth? Only time will tell and only God can soothe her. But please dear God, Don't let this brotha fool her.
-Q.Cleo
Dear, Romeo. It's impossible to turn poison into medicine. Unless you're Romeo that is. Maybe you failed to move mountains across the world to save her, Save her? What are you doing?! She's the identical replica of the silence you find so hard to bury, of the reasons you've built these habits so self destructing, that nothing else except being numb ever matters. She's all the truth you fight, all the substance you crave, wrapped up in one giant coke bottle. What makes you think she's woman enough to heal your cuts and bruises? Her body is ripe enough to send juices out for mating calls yes, But her heart, her heart is limp and young. Are you a man of profound patience and articulate skills? Is any of that enough to be the teacher she requires? How long before you allow her to experience you? Before you bring her soul this expertise you speak of? Oh but, She doesn't believe a word you say. You say things that look like you! Broken down and hard too believe, Its hard to believe that you think someone like her, would sleep with scum like you! How degrading can you be? Chit chattin about mini skirts and plenty of cleavage, provocative tattoos and men she sleeps with. Have you no thoughts of royalty? Any dreams of raising a princess so divine that no man on this earth, would be worthy enough to care for? Now, is that the way you'd want to see her? Or is that the way her man should treat her? Show some respect. Be a man that is a man. God so truly blessed you with YOU, so that you can be just that. Check that. -Queen Cleo
Your time has come and is about to pass. Black bird, you need too learn love fast.
Q.Cleo
4am
Passion tugs deep in her equilibrium. Brown skin rolling in distress while she slept, her coarse locks caress her cheeks, her soft hands against the sheets, her fingers yearned to feel him. With sealed lashes she reached to his side of the bed where his head would lay too feel his beard, but felt the coldness of winter instead. In the midst of her hunger she questions her kings whereabouts. Hushed sounds of water hitting skin behind the bathroom door, is what she heard once her feet touched the floor. She looked to the clock that read a quarter past 4, then swayed her hips towards the door. Lightly shaking her head, she removed her locks from her face & excitedly entered the steamed room for a heated embrace. Our new cream shower curtains look so divine, she thought to herself as she peeled his shirt from her skin. These emerald green mats give the bathroom a perfect glow. She completed her thought while stepping out of her lejaby panties & up into the back of the shower. On the back of his left shoulder was a scar shaped like the crescent moon. Gently sliding her index finger across its length, she caused him to shiver even beneath the hot water. With her right hand she removed his locks from the center of his back and gave him the sweetest kiss. Her left hand found its way to the peak of his abdomen, letting it fall across his soapy 8 pack she stopped right before the length of his heat. Sensing him hang his scrubber up, she eased her body closer to his. His moist hands are twice the size of hers but rough and expertise. With his right hand he removed her grip from his hair and took her by the wrist. Slowly swinging her around his hip, he raised her belly up to his chest in one swift movement. Her breasts now at the level of his neck, she quickly shut her eyes & let her muscles rest. Steaming hot water hit the crease of her spine arousing a ruttish eruption between her thighs. An angelic sigh of relaxation stirred inside her throat & managed an escape with her breath. Looking up in the face of the women he loved, caused the hardness of his friend that was waiting to cum. So pure in her heart, so sexy when she sleeps, her wit makes me proud whenever she speaks. The boldness of her actions say boss in itself & her laugh is the reason I've become so silly. A true Queen to her King, I can't wait for our wedding. Interrupting his thoughts were her teeth clutched on his bottom lip. He pressed her back against the wall & lowered her onto his heat. Staring directly in his brown eyes was the brownness of her own. While he punctured her yoni deep, they met thrust for thrust and created a rhythm. Releasing the tight grip of his juicy lip, she let out a muffled "I love you." With hot water trickling down his face, he slowed his pace & allowed her words marinate. Feeling forever in his veins, he took her threw the doors stepping past her lejabys. Her thighs unraveled from around his waist, as he laid on his back and caressed her cheek. He cupped her chin & pulled her beauty to his face. Giving into the mania of this woman loving him, he smiled so bright her hips began to groove. Kissing her passionately and raising his hips he firmly said "I love you too."
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Closing her eyes once again, she cleared her mind of past events. Taking a deep breath, her spirit settled in the present. Then she blissfully directed her thoughts towards her future voyages. Immense possibilities. "Thank you God." #CleoSpeaks
This moment, your face, your hands your chest, your kiss. Can it be forever? Isn't this love? Or am I mistaking it for momentary lust? How will I be able to tell if this love is real love? How does any one ever even know when the love is real? Just hold me as we double king size lay like royalty. Velvet rubbing across sweet sweat & release. I; only want what I need. Tell me that I'm beautiful, deep delicious whispers about life being different from here on out. But don't, Don't trip me knowing that my reflexes won't react this time around. You are the only one here to catch me. Please tell me, Are you willing to confuse your daily routines with an aspiring female like me? I'd love to witness the challenge. But boy If those lips lie to me, as good as they kiss me, then JAH, dear God please seal them. I don't accept things that degrade my entire being. Does it make you feel like a king, while lying to your queen? Because I don't feel like a queen when my king is discourteously peeling each layer of trust directly off my naked chest. But I guess you never thought about the emotions that may occur like a vicious hurricane within 'me.' If you cherish me as I'll cherish you, & nourish me as I nourish you, Then happiness, our happiness; shouldn't be as far as the opposite end of the rainbow. #CleoSpeaks
Lonely love
She went all in. Giving him all of her honesty, all of her naked thoughts. But he didn't speak. He gave her nothing but sweet soft kisses on the lids of her eyes. Swiftly using his rough beard to tickle the skin of her torso, her navel has never felt such arousal. He still hasn't spoke. She gave into the feeling that was new to her everything. Her hands in his locks, her heart screaming let me sing. His hands beneath her back, he lifted her up for the pleasures. She enjoyed the embrace of his essence. His soul was telling her stories when she looked threw the windows of pain. But his eyes were dark, she couldn't tell what was true. Was he verbally crippled? Her anger began to rise. Her hands fell to the nape of his neck, then the small of his chin. She lifted his face seeking something stronger than temporary lust. All she glimpsed was nothing. Nothing but a soul that has pure childish love for her. Pulling him up to her welcoming lips, she returned the soft sweet kisses on the lids of his eyes, then laid his head flat on her tummy. She could feel him wanting her. Holding her tight he gave her a slow tender kiss in the center of her abdomen, then released a steady breath. Avoiding the lock of her gaze he cleared his throat in attempt to find his voice. Finally he speaks. Spoke the words that to her ears were passionate but meaningless. Her soul needed more. Sadness enveloped her heart. Lightening the mood she playfully wrapped her arm around his neck and muffled his hair. Not knowing what to say she smiled and gently tucked his words away. For her to love him, they were not enough. For her to trust him, they were not enough. In that moment she understood this want from her need. He wasn't what she needed in her life. He was what she wanted for the night. The time had ticked to 1:56am and she told him it was time for her to go. He froze and watched her. With grief in his eyes, he watched her as she gathered her belongings. Her jacket now on her back and scarf around her neck, she turned to him and smiled. Pulling him up for a hug, she bid him goodnight then spun around to the door. A sudden wave of guilt paused her feet from its motions. Inhaling a slim breath, she spun around to find him directly behind her. Placing her right hand on his hip she tip toed an inch and gave him a friendly cheek kiss. "I'm sorry." She said, "I shouldn't have let it get so far." He said it was his fault, that she shouldn't be so meek. Stepping out threw the doors and into her thoughts, she released a sigh of grief. Will any man she ever wants, be the man that she needs?
-Queen Cleo
With two fingers laid flat between her thighs, she massaged the fact that her yoni never lies. Her flow wasn’t near the skills of his tongue, but all she wanted right now was her kitty to cum. A blast of orgasm to shake her nerves, while basking in the recurrent shakes unheard. She loved when he was present to render her submissive. Her legs over his shoulders. His hunger on a mission. The thought of that position arched her spine and blurred her vision. It was the wining of her hips that brought her focus back to this, moment with her moaning the only music shes ever mixed. Nearing the peak of her self-inflicted climax, she bit her bottom lip and embraced the feeling of no mask.
- Queen Cleo
Justify my love
I just needed the passion. My body, my mind, my eternal soul was craving to be loved. Loved with energy stretched as far & wide as the rising suns horizon. Caressed with rough hands; A man. A man of substance, a man of purpose. Hold me against the warmth of your chest, this desire is much to excruciating too bare alone. The rage of my hormones is not only physical. Psychologically, a lady like me NEEDS to matter. I need to be respected, but only after I respect myself. I need to be loved, but only after I love myself. The graze of your lips against my ear, heating up the intensity. Right now, this is all that matters. This moment, your face, your hands, your chest, your kiss. Can it be forever? Isn't this love? Or am I mistaking it for momentary lust? How will I be able to tell if this love is real love? How does any one ever even know when the love is real? Just hold me as we double king size lay like royalty. Velvet rubbing across sweet sweat & release. I, only want what I need. Tell me that I'm beautiful, deep delicious whispers about life being different from here on out. But don't, Don't trip me knowing that my reflexes won't react this time around. You are the only one here to catch me. Please tell me, Are you willing to confuse your daily routines with an aspiring female like me? I'd love to witness the challenge. But boy If those lips lie to me, as good as they kiss me, then JAH, dear God please seal them. I don't accept things that degrade my entire being. Does it make you feel like a king, while lying to your queen? Because I don't feel like a queen when my king is discourteously peeling each layer of trust directly off my naked chest. But I guess you never thought about the emotions that may occur like a vicious hurricane within 'me.' If you cherish me as I'll cherish you. Nourish me as I nourish you. Then happiness, our happiness; shouldn't be as far as the opposite end of the rainbow. -Queen Cleo
Selfish Lover
Be the ruler of his sexual intoxication when yours is running low Just be sure not to abuse the control he gives you of his soul Feed him enough love so he won't wanna go, any where but in there, allow your bodies to speak & I'm sure you will perfect the mighty crumble of his peek. Euphoric expressions while these candles set our mood, The walls can hear me while I tell you what to do. Give me a little bit of credit, We both know we won't forget this. Leave with me your most precious pleas! They sound sweeter than you licking honey from the skin on the back of my knees. My knees, my knees get SO weak when those mangoes kiss me. Immaculate movements beneath the sheets, oh how tender this brotha can be. The rebel in me lives to feel you breathe, too see you walk, to hear you speak So Tell me. Tell me once more, About the evil witch who broke your heart. And how much you love me for mending back the parts and how badly you want this to be eternal, and how loved you feel when I kiss your torso. Allow me, to satisfy your imagination and bring your fantasies too life. Your every whim on a plate with rice, baby, you deserve the most delicious part of delicacy. The mere thought of you is pleasure ! I want you to enjoy the blissful ataraxis you feel tonight. Because when the sun light seeps in and glistens on my skin. And I breathe, then I smile and I blink. I'm your queen Your my king. But darling, the war begins again. -Queen Cleo
#Cleopatra in the #Shenu. For those that are unfamiliar with either of the 2. Cleopatra was the last active #Pharaoh of #Ancient #Egypt. Well known for her #beauty, #Charisma and #ambition. The #Shenu is an #Emblem of #divinity. It was often used in #egyptian #deities, #pharoahs and other #important people. To simplify, where it appeared surrounding a name, it signified that it is under #divine protection. And is called a #Shenu. ~ This is knowledge that has truly touched me. #GodBless #CleoSpeaks
Start with you.
In reality, every being needs love the same as they need oxygen. Both bring forth a portal towards happiness. Recognize when you aren't satisfied and simplify a solution to the best of which ever ability you can offer. Complain all you want to, vent all you need too. Something still has to go. Look deep within your soul and leak out what you've been hiding. You are the only block to your passage of light. Righteous flight. You decide it. Those trips all over the world, the drugs al over the floor. That cake all on your face, covering all of your natural worth. Trapping all your common sense and failing to acknowledge the extent of your ignorance. You've placed materials in those empty places with intent to fill voids or shadow your weakness. Which ever predicament your life has succumbed, will only remain once you are comfortable. Pleading with society was your biggest mistake. They no nothing of love. Merely an ounce of positive substance floats around there exterior. You, we, are all meant to be exactly where we are in the eyes of them. Trapped & confused within the very gift oh Devine providence has blessed us with at birth. Do not allow your beautiful mind the discovery of chance to forget who you are.
Especially not, if you are certain of who you are.
Lost...?
YOU ARE POWERFUL. ~Start there.
- Queen Cleo
Mama, you are my treasure.
The windows that magnified his soul were teary and wet. Mother inched closer to the window where he sat and looked out beyond the sunset. “What is the matter my son?” Mother spoke. His hands ran across his face, and his chest spoke deep with sadness. “Mama. She left me. The last thing she said was “I’m not happy, the trash needs to be taken out.” And stuck it on a note on the refrigerator. I’ve called her everyday for the past 2 weeks. Just wanting to hear her voice. I’m afraid she has found a better man.” Mother speaks, “So tell me my child. Why do you sob for the trash that has taken itself out of your life?” He says nothing. Mother continues, “If she has found another man, he will merely be a garbage can that will withstand her nuisance and smell.” She paused to analyze his reaction. He sat still with a look of dismay. Complete darkness that she knew would soon rediscover the light. Mother continues, “What I want you to do, is ask yourself this. Why am I crying over trash when I deserve the greatest treasures? Why should I lay with a woman who thinks of me any less than the prince my mother has raised into a king? Have I no thoughts of planting seeds of royalty with a worthy woman in my near future?” He looks to her with flaming admiration in his soul, then kneels down to kiss the roof of her feet. “Mama. You are my greatest treasure."
— -Queen.Cleo
-"Why have the strong men gone into hiding? The weak men now feel it's their turn to be shining. Completely bold & demanding, yet disgustingly silent. Nothing you say makes dollars or sense, what bills can you pay with hollering friends? Your mind is so poorly open, who are you trying to rule?" #cleospeaks - NOTHING screams for, nor satisfies my admiration like seeing #BlackMen in #suitsandties AND enjoy holding an articulate conversation. 📖 😍 #Sexy #WhereYallAt?!?! 🌃#Yall way too #Rare for the #Loyal #Women that still EXIST. 💎#EachOneTeachOne #Love #EducateYourselves #Kings #Queens #Knowledge #Peace