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@karimaaaaa
Who you really are / Who you might have been
I myself am strange and unusual.
Beetlejuice (1988), dir. Tim Burton
Now if they decide to remake this, Iâm here for it.
Took this awhile ago...
âLighten Upâ by Ronald Wimberly
Beautifuly written- and drawn.
Read ALL of this pls
diahann carroll in paris blues (1961)
untitled LOVE
I just wanna be loved.
 That sounds crazy right?
Just as crazy as staying up thinking about you all night.Â
With no reconciliation in sight.
We need love, peace and patience tonight.
I Â just want LOVE.
That heart pounding, soul glowing kind of love.
Love so powerful that we have to pass it along.
To our seed.Â
Whose first heart beat will be our favorite song.
Youâve never seen this kind of love & not sure if its even real.
This kind of love cannot be seen its something that you feel.Â
12/9/16 10:00 am
Mind of an Artist 2016
My first time doing an installation.Â
She's so beautiful !!
Aluminum Cast of my Hand. Attached to steel. Wearable Art 2016
Warsan Shire
The nail technician pushes my cuticles back, turns my hand over, stretches the skin on my palm and says I see your daughters and their daughters. That night, in a dream, the first girl emerges from a slit in my stomach. The scar heals into a smile. The man I love pulls the stitches out with his fingernails. We leave black sutures curling on the side of the bath. I wake as the second girl crawls head first up my throatâ a flower, blossoming out of the hole in my face. Love her and this poem, puts childbirth in perspective an uncomfortable bliss.
Glenn Ligon [USA] (b 1960) ~ âWarm Broad Glowâ, 2005. Neon sign and paint (61 x 482.5 cm).