When You Are Broken
I’d like you to pretend that this body is a church, that these arms are it’s towers, and that this heart is it’s bell. I will welcome you like a confession booth, my pulse will remind you that redemption is still within your reach, and in that moment, salvation will not be God’s to give.
If I screamed and pretended that the real monster isn’t crawling beneath my skin, who would come and save me then?
Shall I say that I've been hiding in the darkroom...
The Things I Think About
sometimes… i wonder if caterpillars eat stardust, melt galaxies on their tongues until they have enough silk to build a home in, what makes them brave enough to grow their butterfly wings?
Confessions of a Black Supremacist (A Rant)
I have often been told that I come off as a black supremacist, often been asked if I hate white people. The answer to both those things is no. I am not a black supremacist and I am do not hate white people; I am a humanist. I believe that all human beings are equal and the reasons people give supporting racial superiority are nothing but ignorant thoughts from narrow-minded individuals. That...
While everybody is going on about how fat they...
Here I am, stuck with a metabolism that is too damn high and won’t allow me to gain any damn weight despite increasing my calorie intake by a billion. Being slim isn’t as great as the media plays it out to be, the grass ain’t green. In fact, it’s a dried out brown with small patches of yellow that only manage to hint that there was once life here.
Black Culture: A White Woman's Opinion of a... →
black-culture: This is Soooooo worth reading to the end…dont let the long text discourage you, its truley worth it…………Enjoy It seems that an article was written to Sister 2 Sister magazine by a Caucasian woman who requested a response from black men. I’m so glad she got what sheasked for (and more) !!! Dear…
A Series of Unsent Letters: Part One
Dear Ex- Lover, Save for the ashes of wooden picture frames still clinging to the walls of the fireplace, there is no trace of you. I could never have the guts to remove them for fear I will lose you completely. I just let them linger with memories so obscure it’s almost as if I imagined them. There is a faint stain beneath my feet, from that time you made me laugh so hard I spilt coffee...
To the playground bully who called me names I’m still ashamed to think of, thank you. For every word that folded into a fist and punched holes through my self-esteem until it became nothing more than rags reminds me that I am still human. To the high school jerk who told me I couldn’t be both ugly and play hard to get. Okay. To the strangers who allow me to fall in love with them, even if only...
Things I'd Like To Know On First Dates
So… she broke you? Shredded you to pieces as though you were a sheet of paper scribbled with mistakes. Burned your memory in an old campfire and poured your ashes down the gutter. Was there an ache in your chest? Did it burn amber when she slammed the door in your face like you were a Jehovah’s Witness instead of her lover? I’d like to know. Does her breathing whistle in the wind on nights when...
I had to simmer down before I wrote this blog post lest I start using inappropriate language. Yesterday, someone told me that they were happy that I had bundled my afro up into braids because they didn’t like my “village girl” hair. Now, I do not easily get offended when people make snide remarks about me but this comment made me want to hit somebody. Instead, I just looked them...
We’ll be censoring all of Tumblr in order to...
Natural Hair Issues
I hate to say this but I'm getting so darn impatient with my hair. I watch all these YouTube videos to keep myself motivated but I can't help but feel depressed that my hair isn't growing like all these other people's. Serious case of hair envy. I'm so depressed with my afro (which is at that really awkward stage where it's not a big afro and it's no longer a twa) I've just bundled it into yarn dreadlocks and said "BEGONE"! Any advice out there?
That Certain Age
Growing up never really hits you until you realise that you have to pay taxes and that having a crush on Justin Beiber will probably get you arrested. It was my birthday about 2 weeks ago and for me, it was just that one day of the year where I celebrate being broke because it comes at the most inconvenient of times; right after the Christmas holiday season. It didn’t strike me that I was...
The Bookworm Game
Instructions: - Bold the books you have read - Italicize the books you had read to you, saw adaptations of or cannot remember - Underline the books you intend to read - Strike the books you hated so much you couldn’t finish them - Add three -You don’t have to tag anyone, but you may, if you want to 1. The Lord of the Rings, JRR Tolkien 2. Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen 3. His Dark Materials...
Because Racism Is Still Rampant
Among many of the topics that interest me, neo-racism is just another subject on the long list of things; slightly above (neo)colonisation and below the affairs of my beloved country. First of all, I don’t understand why it’s called NEO-racism. Neo means new and new means better and it’s not. Interestingly in class yesterday, I brought up the fact the American justice system is...
I see a beautiful mind behind your eyes, natural beauty in which your spirit lies i am not so fine at poems and stuff coz when I write them it’s ‘bout drugs and love but you, you are so gentle, but you, you are so innocent to me your eyes so gentle, so shy, and still, how I see, such strong women behind you are the african woman of who I always dreamed you are...
She would make a great secretary. She, with stray wisps of hair filed away behind bobby pins, with eyes that often rolled around rooms, panicked beneath suffocating lids. She, with an invisible label hanging out from the threads of her elbow. “Do not tumble dry” She never folded clothes, feared her limbs would knot at their joints, and bury themselves inside the coffin she had locked her heart...
I was moulded from the valleys of riverbeds, carved from sand and stone,...– The Statics of Bleeding
The Idiot Manifesto: Purge →
theidiotmanifesto: Twice, my heart did choose to kill itself, A broken vein to shower a silly mistake As if a sad smile would kiss away the lie Long planted within day, to murder night. I could not speak, for a liar wore a face, A mask once etched into my blank page. Mother’s only gift I was given to know Was…
Because the monster in my closet is the aftermath...
Letter To My Younger Self
I hand you this paint brush because the world is ugly. So dip it into your pot of magic, make it your canvas and repaint the box they said you should fit in. Remind them that your palms were carved from the center of the sun, that the earth kissed your skin ebony, remind them that you are a queen, do not let them call you otherwise. Show them the halo kinks of your hair, afro crown...
Croatan: Let's Not Pretend That Everything is... →
travestyintechnicolour: It is not romantic but the world needs more logic. The world needs more steel inhibitions, a little less granite pretention, some more glittered eyes, a few more entities like you. I think that death will taste like copper. I think that the dirt-smeared faces of every contrived afternoon
10 Things I Probably Shouldn't Confess
1. Last night I stood on the roof of my apartment building, inches away from a fall that could shatter my bones like seashells beneath unforgiving feet but if you asked me to leap, I would have. 2. I still think of you 3. If you track the route of my spine, past my stretch marks and round to my navel, you’ll find the stubborn remnants of an umbilical cord refusing to stop feeding...
Happy New Year!
Guess who spent their night in an over-sized hoodie not getting kissed? Me!