innocent children

anonymous asked:

Mun, why do you hate us greyfaces so much that you put innocent children in horrible situations? Also Kyrie vs Bacon

((I like pain, it fuels me to create))

((also no))

“Black people your a fuckin joke!”

Hi, I’m Peggy Hubbard, by now, you guys already know what happened in St. Louis last night. Police officers looked at those – uh… pretty much what they did is they went to execute a warrant for an arrest for a very very bad guy. When they came to get him, instead of going peacefully, having his day in court, he decides to pull out another stolen gun, shoot at the police, police shot back, and he was killed. Within the same time frame news broke out about a nine year old girl in Ferguson died in the drive by shooting in her room, doing her homework. She dies by a stray bullet to the chest.

Last night, who do you think they protested for? The thug, the criminal, because they’re hollering police brutality, are you fucking kidding me? Police brutality? How about black brutality?

You black people, my black people, you are the fucking most violent motherfuckers I have ever seen in my life! A little girl is dead.

You say, Black Lives Matter? Her life matters, her dreams matter, her future mattered. Her promises mattered. It mattered.

Yet you trifling motherfuckers are out there tearing up the neighborhood I grew up in. I was born and raised there by a single mother with eight kids. This woman raised eight kids by herself, she lost one, one. Because that boy did not listen and died by the gun.

You want to be upset about black lives? You want to be upset about police brutality? There is real police brutality out there. I will give you that. But night, after night, after night on Channel 4, Channel 2, Channel 5, Channel 30, Channel 11 [and the] St. Louis Post-Dispatch: murder, murder, murder, murder. Black on black murder.

But yet you assholes are out there tearing up your own shit – it’s not your shit it’s other people’s (shit) for a criminal, for a thug. Bailing out criminals and thugs.

Let me tell you something. I got a kid locked up. Oh yeah, I put him there. I turned his ass in. Yes I did because you know what- I’m a strong black woman. I am a black mother. I told my children that if you (fuck) up, if you go to jail, I am not getting you out. You will stay there. You will do the time. I am not putting nothing on your books. I ain’t coming to visit you. I ain’t sending you magazines. I’m not doing shit for you because I did everything I could for you out here and yet you chose to go in there… fuck you!

I’m from the Madea school of hard knocks, fuck you.

If you don’t care about me and your father working and putting in time and effort to raise you and to be there for you. To go to every function, everything that you were interested in. We took note of – we nurtured, we encouraged and yet your stupid ass ends up in jail.

You belong exactly where you are. Don’t drop the soap. That is what I told my son. Don’t drop the soap.

You guys need to stop. You’re hollering this black lives matters (bullshit).

It don’t matter. You’re killing each other. What the fuck – White people don’t care. They don’t care. Save us some tax dollars. I need new parts for my Harley. If you want to die, die. Go ahead and knock yourself out.

Your life does not matter. If it doesn’t matter to you then it sure the fuck doesn’t matter to us. That is just – that is just the truth of the reality. If you don’t care; we don’t care. If you don’t give a damn about your life. Why the fuck should we care, why should be go out and protest for your ass?

You broke the law. You’re carrying another stolen gun.

You’re yelling “Fuck the police”. “Fuck you”.

You’re shooting at the police. Police drops your ass. Oh, Poor ‘so and so’ he died due to police brutality. 127 homicides later… Y’all want to holler ‘police brutality’?

Black people your a fuckin joke!

You’re tearing up communities over thugs and criminals. You’re putting plaques in the ground over somebody who that would not stop.

He had a chance to stop. How many times is someone going to tell you to stop doing that (shit) before they do something to you?

Do you think the police are out here for fun? Do you think they’re out here for games?

They’re not going to tuck you in.

They’re not going to give you a cookie and sing you a lullaby and tuck you in.

No, they’re going to pop a cap in your ass. You shoot at them and they’re going to shoot at you. That’s just the realism of it, if you try to kill them, their job is serve and protect, not serve and die.


photos from the DC vigil for the children of Peshawar in Dupont Circle

They went to school and never came back…

Often we think of school as a safe place for our children, and our hearts are at ease that they’ll be ok there. But that was proven wrong again on Tuesday, December 16, 2014 with the horrific acts against the innocent children of Peshawar, Pakistan. 132 children were killed mercilessly by the Taliban during their school day. Many more children and teachers were injured and are still in critical condition. What was their crime? Children are the most innocent human beings. They are just learning the world and dreaming as they go on. So why were they killed? Their parents dropped them off at school and waved them good-bye. These children entered school just like any other day in their clean uniforms and cheery smiles. Little did they know that they would face the most horrific atrocities of the time that day.

Let’s not forget those who are in pain and those who lost their beloved ones. Pray for Peshawar


Books Every Black Child Should Read 

Nappy Hair -  Carolivia Herron, Joe Cepeda (Illustrator)

The Snowy Day -  Ezra Jack Keats

Mufaro’s Beautiful Daughters -  John Steptoe

Meet Addie - American Girl Story 

“Her Stories: African American Folktales, Fairy Tales, and True Tales” - Virginia Hamilton

Daddy and Me -  Jeanne Moutoussamy-Ashe

Dancing In The Wings - Debbie Allen

Something Beautiful - Sharon Dennis Wyeth

Mother, he touches me as if I am
the silver over which he rules.

Mother, he stares at me as if I am
more fearsome than all the creatures
in his kingdom.

Mother, he worships me as if I am the
only goddess he knows.

Mother, he holds me as if I am fragile
but kisses me as if I am stronger than
Atlas himself.

Mother, his eyes are precious stones
I fear they’re worth more than all my
flowers Above.

Mother, his rare smile shines brighter
than Apollo’s sun.

Mother, he tells me I am a queen and
places a crown of flowers and iron and
bones upon my head.

Mother, his laughter is water and I am
the thirstiest I have ever been.

Mother, his touch is golden and I am

Mother, his anger shakes our kingdom
whole and thrills my very bones.

Mother, he tells me rage is natural and
takes me to his Fields of Punishment to
scream it away.

Mother, he’s shown me even the dead
can bleed and given me control of

Mother, he’s watched me rip limbs from
the dead and kissed the blood from my
fingers and still found me beautiful.

Mother, his skin is ice and I am melting it.

Mother, he is a maze and I have lost
myself in him.

—  Kore