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Sugar Cane Alley (1983)
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It’s interesting that Tyga says that in “white culture” you can be with a girl and not have sex with them. It’s interesting how he hyper-sexualizes his own race.
And I wonder how that played into how he treats Blac Chyna (a Black woman and also a stripper). I’m sure he objectified her throughout their entire relationship.
I feel like there’s many underlying things connected to pedophilia and anti-Black misogyny that’s going on here.
Everything I've ever let go of has claw marks on it. How odd I can have all of this inside me, and to you it's just words. Every love story is a ghost story.
David Foster Wallace
Black lives (still) matter.
"I seem to have trouble dying. By all accounts, I should not have lived this long. I am Aminata Diallo; daughter of Mamadu Diallo, and Sira Kulibali. I was born in a village called Bayo, in what you call Guinea. I knew from a young age that I would be a djeli, a storyteller. I would see, and I would remember."
The Book of Negroes, Episode 1
At this point, hijab is a sign of bravery more than anything else.
More power to hijabi women all across this world
1. I don’t need you to translate your heart into a language I can understand. I don’t want you to beat your eyes into tears for a lover who may, very well, wound you. You do not have to reach for the stars, or fish for the sun to prove your love for me. You don’t have to transfigure your tongue into something your spirit doesn’t have a taste for. You are enough, as you are. I only write poems because I struggle with the metaphor of you.
Eric Lawing
And float down grand street in daylight.
via Love Fola
Muslim women dressed in white applaud Elijah Muhammad during the delivery of his Savior’s Day Message in Chicago, March 1974. (John H. White/NARA) [source]
A personal look at South Korea’s long history of adoptions
During the 1970s and ’80s, South Korea exported more children than any other country. Statistics from the South Korean Ministry of Health and Welfare report roughly 170,000 children have been internationally adopted since 1953 — mainly in the United States.
Agnes Dherbeys was one of the children who left Korea during that wave.
These are the stories she found when she returned to her home country.
i love what we've done here co-signed on an earthly home & with cable tied to a copper toned Volkswagen we dropped our walls, ruined each other to make space for our wingspan said, in order for larger things to live here first the small must die. you--are like Bell Hooks and perfectly sweetened coffee on a Saturday morning the only reason day breaks is to make room for the tenderness of your night /Giza will crumble in jealousy when I make a map of the house we've built
Eric Lawing
Ha, there's not enough hatred in your backbone to muscle me out /to you my spirit must be like sawdust something you can just blow away from your hand a tree stump with hardly no rings to it but let me tell you/ I've been singing my emptiness across the expanse of the ocean for centuries do not come undone when your great grandfather passes his ghost still travels from body to body like a game of musical chairs/ when hate dies the glazed glint in its eyes just finds a new face to borrow. they will hang me, tomorrow-and not recognize that I too have tears that fall like staunch knees in prayer they will hang me, like i didn't make the blues they dance to.
Eric Lawing "The Transmigration of Jesse Washington"
Black and grey Saturday.
1. Today's forecast is another black bone claimed/mother cannot bear the tongue of this litany & she believes that America is slang for massacre I stare at the television, wide with white noise; trying to un-dream my eyes /but there is not enough water to drown out death /no hand of time that can mid-wife still-borns No life for a body not unlike my own
Eric Lawing