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Taking time to affirm and appreciate yourself everyday is so important.
💗💛 Positivity for black girls 💛💗
2fingerrings
This made me feel so good,so God like
Black girls, slay on and continue bringing beauty to this world…
African pride! Ghana and Ivory Coast Liberia @sky_frenchie @oct_marleyy
This is soooo cute!!! @shanillia26
rudelyfe
All these clouds
💕💕💕
💖💖💖💖
My heart
This is so what I one
Real shit
I actually had to look this up:
forbiddenfruitjuice
My life
onyourtongue
Lmao omg
darkareolas
“clap damnit”
😂😂😂😂
😩😭
urfavblackgirl
me 😒
Literally Me. 😅
@me 😂
misfit-adventure
😂😂😂😂😂 So me
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hoodoo-hoodlum
I’m so mad because this worked
help me roger
Reblogging myself because… what was that? Five minutes?
O_O
………my friend has made me curious
help me roger
Update: after I reblogged this someone messaged me offering me tickets to the sold out Hausu screening with a Q&A and autograph session with the director
pencilblots
These never work for me, but here’s to trying.
- I don’t believe in these things
- But last time I reblogged one ten/fifteen minutes later I got a call offering me a job
- But I reblogged it because I was waiting on hearing back from the job. So there you go.
- Roger is cute.
sports-and-everything-else
lets see if this works
pls Roger
nita-approved
I know I keep re blogging this and I will continue to whenever I see it.
Standing up for what is right
My little sister was in tears today because she was wearing her hair naturally to school. She told me that she didn’t want to because people at her school always made fun of her or laughed at her when she did (including her friends and teacher). She said that she hates her hair and that she wishes it wasnt like how it is. I tried telling her that people would kill to have hair like hers. She didn’t believe me and said that no one wants hair like hers and that she hates it. We live in a predominately white neighborhood, so shes used to seeing white girls with flowing hair. She feels as thought their hair is prettier than hers. I know this is a bit stupid and all but, could you guys reblog this and share some positivity so that I can show her that she is loved and that her hair is beautiful and she should never be ashamed?
blackfitandfab
Tell that young lady not to cry there are a lot of us with hair just like hers and we own it. She is beautiful, and the folks that are making fun her are just jealous. Our hair grows toward the stars and that is not a mistake.
“Lemonade” poetry bits
Intuition
I tried to make a home outta you. But doors lead to trapdoors. A stairway leads to nothing. Unknown women wander the hallways at night. Where do you go when you go quiet? You remind me of my father, a magician. Able to exist in two places at once. In the tradition of men in my blood you come home at 3AM and lie to me. What are you hiding? The past, and the future merge to meet us here. What luck. What a fucking curse.
Denial
I tried to change. Closed my mouth more. Tried to be soft, prettier. Less…awake.
Fasted for 60 days. Wore white. Abstained from mirrors. Abstained from sex. Slowly did not speak another word.
In that time my hair grew past my ankles. I slept on a mat on the floor. I swallowed a sword. I levitated… into the basement, I confessed my sins and was baptized in a river. Got on my knees and said, “Amen.” And said I mean. I whipped my own back and asked for dominion at your feet. I threw myself into a volcano. I drank the blood and drank the wine. I sat alone and begged and bent at the waist for God. I crossed myself and thought… I saw the devil. I grew thickened skin on my feet. I bathed…in bleach and plugged my menses with pages from the Holy Book. But still inside me coiled deep was the need to know. Are you cheating? Are you cheating on me?
Anger
If this what you truly want. I can wear her skin…over mine. Her hair, over mine. Her hands as gloves. Her teeth as confetti. Her scalp, a cap. Her sternum, my bedazzled cane. We can pose for a photograph. All three of us, immortalized. You and your perfect girl.
I don’t know when love became elusive. What I know is no one I know has it. My father’s arms around my mother’s neck. Fruit too ripe to eat.
I think of lovers as trees… …growing to and from one another. Searching for the same light. Why can’t you see me? Why can’t you see me? (Why can’t you) Why can’t you see me? Everyone else can.
Apathy
So what are you gonna say at my funeral now that you’ve killed me? Here lies the body of the love of my life, whose heart I broke without a gun to my head. Here lies the mother of my children both living and dead. Rest in peace, my true love, who I took for granted, most bomb pussy, who because of me, sleep evaded. Her shroud is loneliness. Her God was listening. Her heaven would be a love without betrayal. Ashes to ashes…dust to side chicks.
Emptiness
She sleeps all day…dreams of you in both worlds.
Tills the blood in and out of uterus. Wakes up smelling of zinc. Grief, sedated by orgasm. Orgasm heightened by grief. God was in the room when the man said to the woman, “I love you so much. Wrap your legs around me and pull me in, pull me in, pull me in.” Sometimes when he’d have her nipple in his mouth, she’d whisper, “Oh my God.” That, too, is a form of worship. Her hips grind pestle and mortar, cinnamon and cloves, whenever he pulls out.
Loss. Dear moon, we blame you for floods…for the flush of blood…for men who are also wolves. We blame you for the night, for the dark, for the ghosts.
Every fear… Every nightmare…anyone has ever had.
Accountability
You find the black tube inside her beauty case. Where she keeps your father’s old prison letters. You desperately want to look like her. You look nothing like your mother. You look everything like your mother. Film star, beauty. How to wear your mother’s lipstick. You go to the bathroom to apply the lipstick. Somewhere no one can find you. You must wear it like she wears disappointment on her face. Your mother is a woman. And women like her can not be contained.
Mother dearest, let me inherit the Earth. Teach me how to make him beg. Let me make up for the years he made you wait. Did he bend your reflection? Did he make you forget your own name? Did he convince you he was a God? Did you get on your knees daily? Do his eyes close like doors? Are you a slave to the back of his head? Am I talking about your husband or your father?
Reformation
He bathes me… …until I forget their names…and faces. I ask him to look me in the eye when I come…home. Why do you deny yourself heaven? Why do you consider yourself undeserving? Why are you afraid of love? You think it’s not possible for someone like you. But you are the love of my life…love of my life…the love of my life…the love of my life.
Forgiveness
Baptize me… …now that reconciliation is possible. If we’re gonna heal, let it be glorious. One thousand girls raise their arms.
Do you remember being born?
Are you thankful? Are the hips that cracked… …the deep velvet of your mother… …and her mother… …and her mother? There is a curse that will be broken.
Resurrection
You are terrifying… …and strange… …and beautiful.
Hope
The nail technician pushes my cuticles back… …turns my hand over, stretches the skin on my palm and says: “I see your daughters, and their daughters.” That night in a dream the first girl emerges from a slit in my stomach. The scar heals into a smile. The man I love pulls the stitches out with his fingernails. We leave black sutures curling on the side of the bath. I wake as the second girl crawls headfirst up my throat. A flower blossoming out of the hole in my face.
Redemption
Take one pint of water, add a half pound of sugar, the juice of eight lemons… …the zest of half lemon. Pour the water from one jug, then into the other, several times. Strain through a clean napkin.
Grandmother, the alchemist. You spun gold out of this hard life. Conjured beauty from the things left behind. Found healing where it did not live. Discovered the antidote in your own kitchen. Broke the curse with your own two hands. You passed these instructions down to your daughter. Who then passed it down to her daughter.
My grandma said, nothing real can be threatened. True love brought salvation back into me. With every tear came redemption. And my torturer became my remedy.
So we’re gonna heal, we’re gonna start again. You’ve brought the orchestra. Synchronized swimmers, you are the magician. Pull me back together again the way you cut me in half. Make the woman in doubt disappear. Pull the sorrow from between my legs like silk, knot after knot after knot. The audience applauds… …but we can’t hear them.
Warsan Shire
Source: mrsmeadows
A very emotionally draining night
Reblogging again because Isha…
To all my followers who don’t follow tennis and are wondering why this is important, Serena and Venus were unfairly treated at Indian Wells. The last time Serena played at this venue was in the 2001 final. She won, but she was booed throughout and racist slurs were thrown at both her and her family because Venus pulled out of their semifinal match. Venus and Serena boycotted the tournament since then. 14 years later, Serena decided to return. She was rightfully apprehensive and unsure what the crowd would be like, but she was welcomed on the court for her first match with a standing ovation. That’s why both she and her family are in tears.
She’s an otherworldy being because I would never
hola-babygirl
Respect
This is the way to fight
I Pray ...
I Pray for Pakistan I Pray for Nigeria I pray for Brussels I pray for Paris I pray for Turkey I pray for The Ivory Coast I pray for Mizzou I pray for Japan I pray for Mexico I pray for Washington DC I pray for all of the tragedies I am unaware of. No one deserves to experience violence. Many times our prayers are defined by what the media deems important. Dependent upon current Twitter trends. This time, let our prayers NOT be quickly forgotten. Violence surrounds us, Media desensitizes us. And while ridding the world of violence is an idealistic endeavor, we must try. A loss of life is a greater loss for humanity. Good, bad or indifferent, pain cannot be summed up in 150 characters or a hashtag. Let’s continue to ACT. Let’s send our love, our prayers, our positive thoughts around the WORLD. Let’s send it ALL. Let’s eradicate the bad seeds and preserve the tree.
When were you born?
If you were born on the 1st of the month you don’t believe in love at first sight you don’t like to make risky moves when it comes to love.
If you were born on the 2nd of the month you don’t care how cute someone is if they don’t have a personality then you get turned off.
If you were born on the 3rd of the month when you make a decision you stick with it. All that back and forth shit is not for you.
If you were born on the 4th of the month you like to be cautious when it comes to your heart and when it comes to business.
If you were born on the 5th of the month when you like someone you give that person 100% of your time.
If you were born on the 6th of the month you see things clearly so anyone who thinks they’re gonna try and play you will be mistaken.
If you were born on the 7th of the month you’re good at getting people to see things your way.
If you were born on the 8th of the month people know that in emergency they can count on you. You always step up when no one else does.
If you were born on the 9th of the month people often take your kindness for weakness because you’re such a forgiving person.
If you were born on the 10th of the month you are tough on the outside but sensitive on the inside.
If you were born on the 11th of the month you like to let your actions do the talking. You prefer to show people instead of telling them.
If you were born on the 12th of the month you don’t like to waste your time so when your invest feelings into something it’s the real deal.
If you were born on the 13th of the month you know how to bring out the good and the bad in someone.
If you were born on the 14th of the month you like to be pampered every now and then. The littlest of things can make you smile.
If you were born on the 15th of the month you always stand out in the crowd no matter who is around people are always looking at you.
If you were born on the 16th of the month you never shy away from telling people how you feel. You don’t care if it’s by text or facetime.
If you were born on the 17th of the month it doesn’t take much to piss you off and when you’re upset it’s very hard to calm you down.
If you were born on the 18th of the month you like to do things your way even if it may be the difficult road to take.
If you were born on the 19th of the month you have a great sense of humor and you often try not to take everything so seriously.
If you were born on the 20th of the month you like to bury your emotions and talk about them when you feel like it.
If you were born on the 21st of the month you like to live life to the fullest and confront obstacles in your life head on.
If you were born on the 22nd of the month you love being around people and then there are days you just don’t want to be bothered.
If you were born on the 23rd of the month you are very considerate person who always put everyone else needs before your own.
If you were born on the 24th of the month you are a very trustworthy. If someone needs to vent they will just come to you.
If you were born on the 25th of the month you’re a skeptical person who never fully put all of your faith into someone.
If you were born on the 26th of the month you’re a understanding person who always deliver what they promise.
If you were born on the 27th of the month it’s never hard for you to make friends because you have such a charming personality.
If you were born on the 28th of the month you are a very talkative person,but you’re also an attentive person when someone is speaking.
If you were born on the 29th of the month you never stress yourself out over things you can’t control. You live and let go.
If you were born on the 30th of the month you make great leaders and have all the potential it takes to be a winner in life.
If you were born on the 31st of the month you’re a down to earth person that’s easily approachable. You’re all about having a good time.
