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The flowers child never dies.
Black Women Are
Pioneers: Harriet Tubman
Educated:
Dr. Hadiya Nicole Green AKA The Pioneer in the fight against cancer
Michelle Obama
Beautiful: Jackie Aina (She’s also artistic, intelligent, funny)
Uzo Aduba
Soulful: Chargaux
Nina Simone
Phenomenal: Oprah
Beyonce
Hilarious: Leslie Jones
Gabourey Sidible
Poetic: Maya Angelou
Lauryn Hill
Confident:
Marsai Martin
Solange Knowles
Yara Shahidi
Fearless: Assata Shakur & Angela Davis
Unwavering: Lezley McSpadden, Gwen Carr, Wanda Johnson, and Sybrina Fulton aka Mothers of The Movement
Fighters: Alicia Garza, Patrisse Cullors, and Opal Tometi aka founders of #BlackLivesMatter
Visionaries: Ava Duvernay (Director)
Shonda Rhimes (producer, screenwriter)
Determined: Ilhan Omar (Politician)
Olympians:
Gabby Douglas
Simone Biles
Serena and Venus (and someone asking them a dumb question)
Allyson Fellix
Ibtihaj Muhammad
Some Bonus Awesomeness:
Amber Riley
Kerry Washington, Taraji P Henson, and Mary J Blige
Janelle Monae
Despite being one of the most disrespected demographics, black women remain to be an integral part of America’s (and also global) history, present, and future. Validate, and humanize them. And take note of all the badassery and awesomeness.
ugly, depressed,, and worthless, i cant suck anymore at life than i already do now im full blown fucking garbage, but this is basically my nightly ritual stay up all night and let my thoughts consume with thoughts of suicide and worthlessness till i smoke cigarettes and cry myself to sleep.
I JUST WANNA DIE, I JUST WANNA KILL MYSELF, I’M AN ABOMINATION!!!
@nuetellanipples NOT THIS……ANYTHING BUT THIS PIC. LOL
i was at the very lowest of the low at this moment, i dont need anyone else to see this pic or caption of my miserable ass.
Such a beautiful soul . I hope you find healing my love.
Ain't no such thing
there is no such thing as a carefree black girl but there is a such thing as a depressed black girl and even Though she cries herself to sleep at night she tells everyone to stay positive. there is a black girl who almost attempted suicide but found the strength to go on for one more day. there is a black girl who has anxiety but tells everyone else “its going to be okay”. That there’s a black girl out there that had her brother shot by the police and protest in her brother’s name, just to get her brother’s name thrown back in her face . I believe that a carefree black girl is a myth, a shame, a scheme. But what I do believe in moments we are carefree Like the day my twist out came out beautifully. The days I hear my fathers voice The days when its rains and I’m off work The days when I flip on the TV screen and the only bad news Is the weather. The days when I paint and I’m done but something else comes to me The days when another black girl call me pretty The days when I took one selfie and it was all I needed The days when all I have to do is dance. The days i dont let my rapist defeat me The days ive meditated so good I feel the earth between my feet The days when I’m focused The days I don’t feel like I have a mental disease Carefree black girl is finding freedom in shackles that tell us don’t exist . I’m not carefree I’m a black girl just trying to be…
I’ve been working on music for a while now hope my words makes someone feel not alone.
I am a rose in bloom. you will have to wait if you want to see the hidden parts of me.
adapted from it starts like this by shelby leigh (via nothingwithoutwords)
The Suicidal rates of black people have gone up significantly in the past 20 years, and I can admit learning to laugh through situations is a great remedy but what happens when these moments are over? Laughing at a black man who wants to be in his child’s life with the same tongue you bash your low down dirty baby Daddy in is pretty fucked up to me , black men can’t loose for winning and it sad that we can’t even tell the brother it’s gonna be okay before we laugh at him. He is clearly going through a mental break down and it not a joke. Depression, anxiety, and suicide is real and it doesn’t have a skin tone or gender.
Insecure but , in Love
I use to wonder if he seen my stretch marks or if he paid any mind to my gut, that sometimes hung over my jeans or how my breast sagged a little low for my age.
I’d pressure him to turn lights off and not look at me as we made love cause I jiggled in all the wrong places. It wasn’t till I woke up at 5 A.M with the lights beaming down on my face I found him working his way up my body slowly and gently kissing the scars I got from childhood accidents stroking my thighs where the small potholes of my cellulite resided breathing on my belly slowly taking every inch of me in. He took in every discoloration of my soul, held my spirit while holding my Afro He kissing my dry lips. He whispered I love you in my small ears. Cover my body back up and left the room It was then I knew that love lived here. That insecurities was never unnoticed but I was never unlovable for them. He still reins over me, he loves my rusted crown and missing rubies.
This will be the next poem posted to my YouTube
Ain't no such thing
there is no such thing as a carefree black girl but there is a such thing as a depressed black girl and even Though she cries herself to sleep at night she tells everyone to stay positive. there is a black girl who almost attempted suicide but found the strength to go on for one more day. there is a black girl who has anxiety but tells everyone else “its going to be okay”. That there’s a black girl out there that had her brother shot by the police and protest in her brother’s name, just to get her brother’s name thrown back in her face . I believe that a carefree black girl is a myth, a shame, a scheme. But what I do believe in moments we are carefree Like the day my twist out came out beautifully. The days I hear my fathers voice The days when its rains and I’m off work The days when I flip on the TV screen and the only bad news Is the weather. The days when I paint and I’m done but something else comes to me The days when another black girl call me pretty The days when I took one selfie and it was all I needed The days when all I have to do is dance. The days i dont let my rapist defeat me The days ive meditated so good I feel the earth between my feet The days when I’m focused The days I don’t feel like I have a mental disease Carefree black girl is finding freedom in shackles that tell us don’t exist . I’m not carefree I’m a black girl just trying to be…
I did this poem on my YouTube channel check it out https://youtu.be/GzrHOT7lScU
Blades
I’ve play with blades before Watch them touch my skin then blood begin to run out i’ve tied sheets before But could not find a place to hang them Ive pop pills before but my high tolerance for them never let me sleep I’ve dreamed of suicide is a life without me Carried burdens from heartbreak ,failed friendships. I’ve been lonely in full rooms I drink the devils poison and it consumed me and I danced and laughed and sang ,danced again and when I wanted to sleep I woke up sad and mad and more angry at myself than I have ever been I am holding on for dear life can’t you see I am holding on for dear life can you please help me anybody Ive played with blades before I’ve hung onto my door wanting to run away but I stay I put on fake smiles and I clean my house and I let them in but I don’t let them in and I laughed and I sing and I dance unsober. I’ve play with blades before play with sheets, pop pills, and drown myself in the devils poison and somehow i’m still here somehow I’m still here, why am I still here?
I’m broken. Bruised and cracked, From every punch you threw. I’m broken, Not physically. But from the inside out. I’m broken. Even though all I ever wanted, Was for you to be mine. But don’t worry I’ll still say to you, I’m fine.
(via poetbychoice)
Sorry I been M. I.A
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or eating mcD every day. but you poppin tho!
Lmao fr! That stuff is TRASH!!!
I advocate water all the time and people look at me like I'm speaking another language. Listen you are what you eat, which also means you smell like what you eat, and taste like what you eat. Drinking 4 16oz bottle a day is equivalent to drinking 8 cups of 8oz of water it's not hard! Put the pop, juice, whatever down ! Eat more fruit and veggies, cut back on junk, get rest at night, and Drink water summers eve don't save everybody nor does one pineapple every 3 months .