Fatima Nasiyr

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In honor of luuuuvvvv, Scorpio season, Venus in retrograde, and the all-consuming, almost haunting feeling love can leave you with @ 2am, I give you all #blackheartemoji.

[wisdomloverevolution]

I woke up hard

heavy

with a cement sky weighing down

the judgment of the world

upon my chest.

I was told the god of gods

spoke thunder when upset,

conjuring a warning

to not go any further

unless risk the demise

of our elusive sanctuaries

held within an illusion

of death being the finale.

Black girl goes missing.

Black femme winds up dead.

Black womxn was “tempting it”

tantalizing the violence

with the mystery of her survival

hidden behind melanin portals

into galaxies

where she is protected

where she is love(d)

.

The sky roared

and cast down its judgement

of light upon the eyes

of all those who could ignore

the demeaning screams

of the silence(d)

Blood curdled as milk aqueducts

ran dry underneath uneven terrain

towards the parched lips

of a world that could no longer

profit off of her death.

The sky cried

as it unleashed,

shedding it’s womb

of the life that will remain unknown

and I swallowed the nourishment

until my belly

was full.

- Fatima Nasiyr

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Playing around with different formats of sharing work 😊

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Months of passively scrolling through Soundcloud, listening to the same ol’ tracks while actively being annoyed by most of the music posted is all worth it when you find that ONE track and it takes you on a magical journey of related tracks that literally takes your heart to another dimension <3 <3 

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- We are exploding stars condensed into form. - We have the power and potency of a supernova - Falling apart to come back together, making peace with what I've created of my art, my life's work--me. - I have been feeling a little blocked from creativity lately - But I can also understand how that is a illusion - How there is a period of rest, of sowing - And a period of producing, of harvesting - I am made in The Creator's image - Everything done from my spirit is art // (Ps, God is a Black Femme in my personification. A Black mother. How do you all/through what do you all connect with and experience God? )

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Shadow, My Old Friend

The saying goes that in the darkest of times, even your loyal shadow will leave you

My shadow seems to have tampered with Tinkerbell’s fairy dust

to now make it larger than life

Boisterously moving about to make itself known anew

Almost like a permanent child, throwing tantrums whenever overlooked.

You see, I can I go days when my shadow is the last on my mind

I can actually function, interact with people, laugh,

And by no means let a negative situation allow my smile to be took.

In that mind, there always comes a better day.

I never turn around to check if my shadow is behind me standing in rank.

However,

The days come where the curtains stand sewn shut,

tailored perfectly to let the darkness seep through

Where all that is left of me are unidentifiable lumps crumpled under mounds of blankets

Lying bare, empty and numb

Just waiting ….for anything

Those are the days my shadow has come and tucked me into bed.

Whenever love comes in the form of family or a friend

Trying to figure out how I fell into the depths so fast

And wanting to pull me back up

My eyes burn whilst glancing at that light

My pupils and my pride too familiarized with only faint and rationed streams of it

Engulfed because of my shadow’s greed, it plays trickeries

Obscuring me from reality, my doubts and fears get the best of me

It tells me, “You, girl, ugly, lazy, bipolar, stupid, cold, naïve. Nothing better for you is out there”

Through isolation, my shadow morphs into something like a comfort blanket for a baby

Just as in that infantile state, I too seem to only be able to truly express myself in cries

These periods of magician acts create for me such a vivid illusion

Of being chained in fears and drowning in doubts, within a glass case of “never good enough”

I become paranoid of deception all around me

Asking my “friends” their motives, how and why they could care about me.

How could my existence even matter….

  I wear my shadow as a cape, feeling undeserving of any other touch

 - Fatima Nasiyr (wisdomloverevolution.tumblr.com) 

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The more you resist a situation the more you are practicing a denial. Surrender to the reality of what is being presented to you right now, bow to it and learn how to shape it by allowing yourself to be shaped by it. Be gentle, yet forceful and persevering  like water

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Do you ever get those moments where you become completely aware that you, the thinking you, is just a consciousness with a body? 

And then all of a sudden you start feeling extra big and floaty?

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The Night Me and Your Mama Met

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On the block//

i sleep on a mattress on the floor in the back corner of my grandparent’s home purchased off the block by my great- grandparents to give their family a stable foundation to grow upon.

a block once submerged in a sea of black faces, bandits, the color of cherry snow cones, protectors of the land they were brought to this place seeping out and spilling everywhere reclaiming an understanding of what was meant by home.

My grandfather turns on the tv static fills the air as his eyes turn grey, feasting on the news another brown body wasn’t seen as a home of a soul didn’t quite see the Spirit.

My protectors don’t live here no more what was once a warrior tribe reduced to street turmoil– Languish. What was once a home, cracked at the foundation by the swift abandonment of death.

- Fatima Nasiyr

Photo by Josh Farria

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my love sounds like an acoustic guitar 

you know

one of those with the strings slightly out of tune 

you pull out of your trunk on a love drunk Tuesday evening 

underneath the stars 

each strum 

the strings reverberate sending messages out into the cosmos 

each strum 

in perfect tandem with your heart 

 Photo x Tre'Shunn Harlan

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What does freedom mean to you?

For me, I believe that freedom is only granted through discipline. The discipline ensures that you are fully responsible for your actions so that you are free to fully express yourself and have the ability-to-respond to what that expression causes.

Freedom to me feels like feeling the full force of the universe fully supporting you and propelling you forward. When you know, a bone-deep knowing, that you are capable and that you are doing it. The utmost being present and getting lost in a skilled moment, where you’ve disciplined yourself enough where you know how to move and be always in light of your highest good.

Freedom is love, in being and in action. #anyxmeans

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“Black youth at an Art Museum”

Location: Yerba Buena and Haight st. in SF

Photographer: Fatima Nasiyr

unit-eforever theoaklandmind

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Throwback.

I want to get back into documentary-style photography/creating photo series :D

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I wish to be vulnerable enough to help others heal. With my words, I slowly peel back layer upon layer so that you can see me, as I truly am. Share in this connectedness of vulnerability and rejoice in the beauty that God has instilled in us all.

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“…Heart and Soul” Najee Amaranth of The Oakland Mind theoaklandmind Photograph by Fatima Nasiyr [fatimanasiyr.com]

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See ya after awhile social media ✌🏿✌🏿 Inspired by @lovely_watas to take a break to really recenter myself in a non-virtual reality. I’m excited to see what growth this period will cause. Feel free to call or text, still very much down to connect in real life. 🐉🌸 (Photo from fun shoot with @pansyco) (at Yuba River)

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You were intimate with someone. You shared yourself with someone. Showed parts of yourself that you’ve kept hidden from most and the parts you are still learning to love. And it’s not you’re fault. It is not your fault that they turned away from the blinding light of love and intimacy. Some people’s eyes have never grown accustomed to such brilliance, always greeted by and kept in darkness. It’s not your fault if they chose to leave or to never even stay. What you felt was real. It was real intimacy, and real intimacy is hard because it forces you to face yourself. It was real. Don’t ever apologize for the intensity and power of your love. It is a rare, beautiful trait that transforms the lives of all that it touches and reveals itself to.

Journal entry, Fatima Nasiyr (via wisdomloverevolution)