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Self Love

I wanted to write a poem about self-love

I saw somewhere on Instagram that if I take enough bubble baths,

Recite enough affirmations,

Go on a few solo dates,

Put on a couple face masks

I'll love myself. Right?

But I kept coming up short

Because that's all the pretty stuff, real self-love is putting in the work

You see, it's easier to tell stories of grandeur

Romance and things of that sort

Erase the images of my tear-stained sheets

Mourning the life I had to abort

I would prefer to wear a mask

If you'll accept who I pretend to be

It's way more challenging of a task

To be myself authentically

I started to write a poem about self-love

While I was in a toxic relationship

I knew I should probably leave, but couldn't come to grips with it

So I scribbled a pros and cons list

Pro: At least I have someone who loves me.

Con: Sometimes I feel like I'm settling.

Pro: When we're together and things are good, it's a perfect recipe.

Con: When things are bad, there's no way it could get any worse

And therein lies the curse

I'd abandoned my values, tossed away my dreams

Stuffed my feelings to the point that I was bursting at the seams

Instead of being human, I'm a people-pleasing machine

And would sacrifice myself a thousand times more

If it meant I wouldn't be alone anymore

I tried to write a poem about self-love

but questioned whether I deserved it.

I can say I love myself

But would I believe me if I heard it?

Actions Speak Louder Than Words

How would I prove I love myself?

Heavy

The title of this poem is "Heavy." And before I get started, I need you to know a few things about me. So listen up and listen clearly. Do you hear me?

Good. I thought you would.

I’m 177 lbs of pure unadulterated woman

And I like to be picked up

Pushed around

Wrestled and pinned down to the ground

But I’m no damsel in distress

Nor am I a mistreated mistress

I knuck if you buck, right…

And if you're my type, red means go at this stoplight.

Tension builds, caresses carry trembling thighs apart

Sweet promises serenade my spine tempting a delicate arch

The grand finale of our night is nearly at its start

Our bodies fused passion ensues - a masterful work of art

This is consensual, intentional, unconventional

I won't forget to mention allll the things I wanna do to you

And with every inflection in every direction

You beg me to let go letting me know

That your one and only goal is to make my sweet waters flow

My levee bursts, quenching your thirst

Nostalgias nurse memories of the first

Sip of iced tea,

shaded under a tree

taking refuge from a sweltering sun

Nowhere to run nowhere to cum but inside me

Skin to skin, hip to hip,

slick fingertips firmly grip supple tits,

Gasps of pleasure drip from your lips

And I inhale every moan

Oh we grown

And sexy

Don't call or text me,

You have a key to my place and your presence is never an invasion of my space.

I melt in the warmth of your embrace as winter melts to spring,

poppies blossoming in vivid of color

We lookout and care for each other.

This is consensual, intentional, unconventional

Orgasmic and ascentional all the things I wanna do to you

And with every inflection in every direction

I beg you to let go letting you know

That my one and only goal is to make you lose control

This is consensual, intentional, unconventional

more than three-dimensional all the ways we feel once we're through

And within our connection we feel protection

Freedom to let everything go, nothing to show

But our naked bodies, smiles, and some puddles on the floor

That was "Heavy"

nailsonblackwomen

Happy Black History Month ❤️✨️🖤

(Nails by #skyynailsintl)

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#skyynailsintl

Good Parents and No Remorse

I'm plugging my ears.

Won't listen to you.

The truth is only the story I choose.

My mom's a killer.

My dad was as well.

I didn't help them; I just didn't tell

them to stop.

... So when you mention the past, I feel bad.

And every time you bring it up, it feels forced.

Remember, my PARENTS killed your parents.

Why should I feel remorse?

Fine! Okay, okay.

I'll say I'm sorry!

This may sound petty.

But ... it feels better in here already!

Now, we can all move on.

If it feels like an apology isn't enough

Put yourself in my shoes,

that was really tough.

I said sorry for something I didn't even do.

That should definitely satisfy you!

So stop talking about your dead parents.

And how much it sucked growing up without them.

Because my parents were good people.

And I would never doubt them.

I bet all you want is my money.

Which says a lot about you.

My aunt Wendy is a lawyer.

So I dare you to sue.

Oh... you want to kick my ass?

Come on, throw the first punch.

I'm a heavyweight champ.

I'll eat you for lunch.

I'm changing subjects now.

Did you know I volunteered for the Peace Corps?

-SouprNatural

My hope is that someone who doesn't get it. Reads this and gets it. Inspiration Article

#poetry

purplebuddhaproject

thepedigreeofhoney

Dreaming of: vacations in villas with brass beds, windows overlooking the sea or mountains; breezes running through open doors, bare feet on cold tile floors with intricate patterns; eating bread and honey outside in a small garden in fruit stained dresses

souprnatural

Remember this for the aesthetic

africanartagenda

Mohamed Fadul

Country: Sudan

Style: Semi-Abstract

Medium: Acrylic on Canvas

Fun Fact:

Quote:

I’m trying to find myself in some of the visual experiences and try to get out of the ordinary. The discovery of my vision of things around me I am proud of and proud of the zones and scenes written around me since my childhood. I like drawing and painting and colors

Paintings

whatwhiteswillneverknow

Whiteness has always, always been defined in proximity to blackness.

“Whiteness is also associated with cleanliness, purity, but also blankness — the lack of color. So I think these ideas are kind of paralleled, the white versus colorful — ‘colored’ — and the chocolate versus plain vanilla,” Mullen says. “So it’s a way of reversing the kind of implied superiority of whiteness by saying that whiteness is the less interesting color … because it’s maintained as a norm. And we also have some ideas of how normal is desired but also boring.”

Given its tumultuous history, that vanilla is now an analog for dull and white is pretty odd.

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Reblog or your mom will die in 928 seconds.

ovod0se

I love my mom.

I am risking nothing

I AM SORRY FOLLOWERS, I LOVE MY MOMMY

Will not risk.

sorry followers :(

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omg im so glad to se so many people love their mummy

ameriagrae

Why’re you being mean to my mum?

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goddamn it

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Nope. Googled it. 15 minuets. Nope. Not taking any chances

steampoweredplayer

Koop

twirliest

This has 1.2 million reblogs … Ps not riskin it

nathanvj

1.4 almost ps not risking it

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Fuck this post

i-likethesummer-rain

2.5 million notes I hate myself

froot-lupul

I reblogged this twice now

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I’m so sorry this isn’t b99 related and this isn’t real but I can’t not skip this I’m sorry

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Not taking a fucking chance

lethamber

Sorry, guys, but Im not taking a chance

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No chances… She’s out… And she must be protected.

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How dare you

riarkling

Whatcha doin to me Farkle!

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i can’t risk it

sorry babes my moms just my favorite person ever

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Sorry I can’t risk it

missprincessdancingsunshine

Fuck sorry guys I love my mom

incoherentlyblogging

Omg I hate these things but I am paranoid. So sorry guys.

feels-ships-lunars

2.8 million notes

CANT RISK IT

trapbvby

Sorry guys

desolves

sorry 😩

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IM NOT RISKING IT

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I did, my mom is STILL DEAD. Works.

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3.3 million notes GURLLLLLL

DarkSkin Appreciation Day

It’s my first time doing this. But here’s a recent picture of me playing with lighting.

#dark skin appreciation

the-real-eye-to-see

Ruby Bridges was the first black child to desegregate the all-white William Frantz Elementary School in Louisiana during the New Orleans school desegregation crisis in 1960.

This movie made me cry, I was so heart broken by how Ruby Bridges was treated! She was only 6, but was so strong. She is a very brave girl and she did not care what the white folks called her.

People are simply disgusting to minimize people by skin color!

Ruby you might not think you’re a hero… But to other people you are! You are A HERO and you are A PERSON WHO MADE AMERICA CHANGE!

caliphorniaqueen

this is white culture, this is their history, this is their legacy…being enraged at a damn baby just because she’s black.

blackfemmejeanvaljean

she’s still alive by the way

profeminist

Ruby Bridges in 2010

“As Bridges describes it, “Driving up I could see the crowd, but living in New Orleans, I actually thought it was Mardi Gras. There was a large crowd of people outside of the school. They were throwing things and shouting, and that sort of goes on in New Orleans at Mardi Gras.“ Former United States Deputy Marshal Charles Burks later recalled, “She showed a lot of courage. She never cried. She didn’t whimper. She just marched along like a little soldier, and we’re all very very proud of her.“

U.S. Marshals escorted Bridges to and from school

As soon as Bridges entered the school, white parents pulled their own children out; all the teachers refused to teach while a black child was enrolled. Only one person agreed to teach Ruby and that was Barbara Henry, from Boston, Massachusetts, and for over a year Henry taught her alone, "as if she were teaching a whole class.”

Every morning, as Bridges walked to school, one woman would threaten to poison her; because of this, the U.S. Marshals dispatched by President Eisenhower, who were overseeing her safety, allowed Ruby to eat only the food that she brought from home.

Another woman at the school put a black baby doll in a wooden coffin and protested with it outside the school, a sight that Bridges Hall has said “scared me more than the nasty things people screamed at us.” At her mother’s suggestion, Bridges began to pray on the way to school, which she found provided protection from the comments yelled at her on the daily walks.”

More info on Ruby Bridges on Wikipedia

THIS SHIT WAS ONLY 58 YEARS AGO. PEOPLE WHO PARTICIPATED IN THIS RACIST TERRORISM AND ACTS LIKE IT ARE STILL ALIVE, AND THEIR KIDS ARE IN THEIR 40′S AND 50′S.

DON’T LET RACISM APOLOGISTS GET AWAY WITH “WHY ARE YOU LIVING IN THE PAST,” BULLSHIT ARGUMENTS. WE ARE LITERALLY STILL DEALING WITH THE FAMILIES THAT FORMED HATE MOBS OVER BLACK CHILDREN ATTENDING SCHOOL WITH WHITE KIDS.