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Gorgeous. Classy.
My imagination gave me a dual life: I lived in my body, and at the same time lived a life no one could see.
Andre DubusĀ (via wordsnquotes)
Solange singing the proud family theme song
In a 90s kind of world
āMy mother was a school principal. A lot of times she worked until 8 pm, so my grandfather would always pick me up from elementary school and help me with my homework. He loved to help me with school because I was his first grandchild to get an education. He especially loved book reports. He always insisted that we decorate the cover of the report in case we needed an extra bump in our grade. If it was a Halloween book report, heād make a witch out of toilet paper and straws. He always told me that it was his dream to see me finish college. But the day before I graduated high school, his hand started shaking and he dropped a bowl of cereal while we were eating breakfast. It turned out he had a major stroke. He was minimally responsive after that but we kept him on life support. We thought if we prayed hard enough and believed enough, he would recover. He held on for a few years. I ended up going to the Fashion Institute of Technology, and Iād stop in every once in awhile and tell him about my grades. Toward the end, he grew very sick and blind, and his body was rejecting food. I finally graduated from FIT, and I brought him my graduation photos. Even though he couldnāt see them, I described the graduation to him. He died that night.ā
I wonder if anyone has ever talked to God about me...
Pictures from A Seat At The Table booklet available for viewing now at solangemusic.com/digitalbook
I look at others who are deep in love or the closest of friends and I wonder how they developed such a passion for each other. I am desperate for depth and genuineness if nothing else. I want to be with someone and feel we are inseperable.Ā
āMy mother was a school principal. A lot of times she worked until 8 pm, so my grandfather would always pick me up from elementary school and help me with my homework. He loved to help me with school because I was his first grandchild to get an education. He especially loved book reports. He always insisted that we decorate the cover of the report in case we needed an extra bump in our grade. If it was a Halloween book report, heād make a witch out of toilet paper and straws. He always told me that it was his dream to see me finish college. But the day before I graduated high school, his hand started shaking and he dropped a bowl of cereal while we were eating breakfast. It turned out he had a major stroke. He was minimally responsive after that but we kept him on life support. We thought if we prayed hard enough and believed enough, he would recover. He held on for a few years. I ended up going to the Fashion Institute of Technology, and Iād stop in every once in awhile and tell him about my grades. Toward the end, he grew very sick and blind, and his body was rejecting food. I finally graduated from FIT, and I brought him my graduation photos. Even though he couldnāt see them, I described the graduation to him. He died that night.ā
TBH if Iām dating you and you white like you not allowed to laugh at certain shit donāt be laughin at no āniggas be likeā memes like donāt get too comfortable or imma be in your face āāniggas be likeā what Chad? Am I one of them niggas that apparently ābe likeā? Is that what you think of me or my people and our struggle?ā
This goes for non black people of color too. Y'all get too comfortable sometimes.