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When I die Feel free to care Feel free to raid my things And feel free to share Feel free to love my art It was all done pure of heart Feel free to read my poetry And even my diaries Filled with things my mortal coil gave me no courage to share When I leave this earth Please decorate the church With all my artwork Cause I'm still living there That way sighs and teary eyes can advert to pretty things And know my spirit is at rest in the prettiest of scenes Feeling free

#Poetry #My Poetry #Art

something inside of me will always be purple

and purple rain has no gain in this game

just a connection to the untamed and insane

so the plain just wont get it

celebrate in an asylum

sacrifice you cause you did it

Your life goes missin’

When you’re hopin’ and wishin’

With no actions impactful

Towards time that is tickin’

Always flyin’ or swimmin’

To reach inside for a vision

Or reach the sky with no limits

With no specific intentions

Not trusting your mission

Or unaware of your purpose

Your bubbling fears resurface

Forgetting how abundant the earth is

How our seasons have different agendas

Different seeds to sow to be set

Sometimes we shutdown just to remember

Ever so often because we forget

But time keeps tickin’ as your life goes missin’

So pick up the day and carry your rays

And make your ways with much intent

Knowing progress is not instant

Everything needs time to know

That time’s a friend and time’s a foe

It can kill and it can grow

And as it comes so it goes

#mypoetry personalthoughts #my poetry #personal thoughts

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This is how it usually goes when many of us ask people what they like/love about black women...

Me: So what do you all like/love about black women?

Everyone: Black women are strong, protect us, save us, hold us down, save the wor…

Me:

Me: So what do you all like/love about black women?

Everyone: Chocolate, chocolate, caramel, cinnamon, oiled up, cinnamon chocolate, car…

Me:

Me: So what do you all like/love about black women?

Everyone: Queens, mother Africa, Queens, nubian goddess…

Me:

Me: So what do you all like/love about black women?

Everyone: **silence**

I’ve literally asked this many times and no one can think of anything else outside of something associated with what we can do for them. Nothing else comes up.

I find that very troubling. Because when we are not these things do they still respect us, like/love us or find us valuable?

I know why love is hard to find

Secure is just a source falsified

I understand now and I know why

When you hold my hand now

I’m empty inside

It’s a hoax now

It’s just a game

For the weakened, the Weeknd is played

Through imaginary scenes

Of love lost gains

Please hear me

Heed all activity

Geared to grab a hold of this bull

The bandwagon it pulls

Is burning to dust

Forget about love

Hold on to lust

Forget about trust

Hold on to facts

And just practice that

Just practice that

jewishtransition

One of the biggest problems with religion is that people stubbornly, insistently reduce God to their own size; they imagine that God loves the same people they love, and that God hates the people they hate. This is not just insidious theology; it’s actually idolatry, because people are just worshiping a blown up version of themselves. So let me say it simply: God’s love transcends all of that. When your parents reject you, God loves you; when your friends or classmates make fun of you, God loves you; when your priest, minister, imam, or rabbi tells you that you are an abomination, God loves you; when politicians cater to people’s basest prejudices, God loves you. No matter how many times and in how many ways people make you feel less than human, God knows otherwise, and God loves you. When you feel frightened, or abandoned, or humiliated, I hope the unshakeable conviction that God loves you can help hold you and enable you to persevere.

From a Rabbi, An Open Letter To People Who Are LGBTQ

by Rabbai Shai Held (via

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Catch the mf tea on that!

(via capacity)

Too Far Gone

I wish I had a better pen

It seems like pens don’t love me these days

I haven’t been showing a lot of love to writing or my life

I keep letting it pass me by

And I can’t answer the questions...

What are you afraid of?

I don’t know where the fear even comes from

I set myself up for it every time

I keep letting life pass me by

And I get stuck on a decision

That doesn’t even seem like a decision

It’s a no brainer that I choose to contemplate

A piece of cheese on a pedastool that I can reach

But I won’t touch

I just look around

Then I look in the mirror

Then I look around

Then I look at myself

Then I look up and ask

Who’s controlling this?

Is this a trap?

I’m a mouse

And then the cheese disappears

Then I look around

Then I look at myself

Then I hop up on the pedastool

And my mind screams MASTERY

But I haven’t mastered a thing

I still live only to survive

My purpose is blurry in my eyes

And I look backwards to find that vision

But obstructions keep it hidden

It’s trapped within the distraction

That got in the way of the real me

Back when I would find me in him

I know I set out to do something

wedgwoodcameos

this grips me unlike any poetry I’ve ever read.

subtle-savage

Me @ myself in 2017

candiikismet

^^^^AMEN

i HAD a DreAm

That the average hum drum conversations in my life had become a religion

They might as well should have called it humanity

I called this little girl my sister and I held her hand

Actually I had a bunch of little brothers too

We held hands along with the rest of the community in a circle

Around a building

And we chanted in victory as it burned

We were all so happy

But they called it a religion

And I was so confused

Because we did nothing except look out for one another

We had no text or rules

And it scared me

And I started to question everything I was told

Because I refused to drink cyanide

There were food trucks

Cajun food trucks

And I saw the voodoo king

He was amazing

God is above ALL through ALL and in ALL

maslaner

anomaly1

Bae😍

goldnpoc

Filipino isn’t a language. Jamaican isn’t a language. Indian isn’t a language. African isn’t a language. Not all Hispanics speak the same Spanish.

marvelatmatter

HAITIAN ISNT A LANGUAGE

damndandy-deactivated20150923

Story time…I used to work at a makeup counter with this lady who asked me “How do you say hi in African American” -_- I responded “Hi” and she walked away and called me a liar.

write4life

bruuuhhhh

Upon My Mourning

Engulfed in the intensity

I am strong enough to ride the waves

With a little help from Fall Out Boy

It is what it is

My soul has been saddened

My mind distracted

I get angry

Then I fight back the tears

I don’t embrace the present

Distracted by the urgent cry for answers

Screaming and scratching

Wanting to fly away

Numb to the present

Shutting off every sense God gave me

Longing for the energy I felt from you

Screaming and scratching from within

Wanting to be born again

Just to relive those moments that have come to end

I am strong enough to ride the waves of sadness

Else, I don’t believe they would come for me so deeply

Splashing against me

Trying to knock me down

And push me further away from reality

My purpose

My destiny

I am strong enough

belle-ayitian

2015 Black Girls Rock! Red Carpet

wocinsolidarity

*****clutches chest*****

revolutionarykoolaid

Every 28 Hours (4/1/2015): Phillip White has become the 290th person killed by the police in 2015. Police have yet to provide any clear reason why he was killed being pursued. They have tried to claim he was reaching for an officer’s gun, but he died AFTER being hancuffed. He is the second person in as many weeks to die while in the custody of Vineland (NJ) police. Rest in power, Phillip. We fight for you now too. #staywoke #farfromover

cultureunseen

Obama and _____ Obama and Oprah Winfrey Obama and Denzel Washington Obama and Stevie Wonder Obama and Jackie Chan Obama and Michael Jordan Obama and Patti LaBelle Obama and Spike Lee Obama and Beyonce/Jay Z Obama and Alicia Keys Obama and Al Sharpton