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theafrosistuh: SOURCE The true identity of Ludwig van Beethoven, long considered Europe’s greatest classical music composer. Said directly, Beethoven was a black man. Specifically, his mother was a Moor, that group of Muslim Northern Africans who conquered parts of Europe—making… Wuhhh? Yo this really must be the age of consciousness. All kinds of stuff are coming out.
A Small Essay I Wrote for my Humanities Assignment
I’m not really sure what I’m going to learn in Humanities. I know what I’m supposed to learn, the topics that are most likely to be covered, and the information that is deemed relevant to the aforementioned subject. In defining Humanities though, as a study of culture and its geographical relevance, I feel like the information we’re allotted only mimics the information we’ve already been...
darthdream asked: To Your Credit, You Took It Down Faster Than Expected. But I Caught It, And It Was Very Dope. Good Shit.
What It Means To Believe/ With a Full Mouth
People have told me/ that my brain is a bronzed/ drinking gourd/ with so much whistle/ so much promise/ Today I caught my own/ filament/ in a subway window and thought/ ‘this is the face of someone who will win’/ and kept staring. I travel home/ after this the night/ coasting on my back/ my mother says “you really believe/ that this is how you will change the world?”/ the...
Arrogance. I know. It’s a big word. And it stings. But it’s appropriate. ...– Keep Your Heart, 3 Stacks
honestwanderlustheart asked: Your birthday! You old now girl
meaganliving asked: That poem was very captivating, if you haven't already, you should try slam. For some reason I feel like your poetry would transform amazingly from page to stage. Either way I love it.
theartis asked: Your poetry! :))
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Anonymous asked: Do you believe in God?
Adolescence set me up to cower in the ghost of girls who had no concept of what it meant to love other girls. Second grade met me with gum and scissors and “ugly” and “fat” I took it heavy, groomed my grill in pork fat - side eye says “I expect to be distrusted”, and suddenly my entrance into any room is met with translucence — women who want to eat right through me. ...
The fact that I am writing to you in English already falsifies what I wanted...– Bilingual Blues: Poems, 1981-1994 by Gustavo Perez Firmat (via lover-root)
Yesterday, a twitter debate with someone who was trying to convince us that Ron Paul is not a racist ended with this. “the fact of the matter is today we live in a society where you are free and we are equal. So why linger?” Boom. - What time is it? - Where are you? - (Who are you) What is your name? Most people of color cannot answer these questions correctly. Most people will...
What if I killed someone important in my past life...
Dont judge me. O___O
Anonymous asked: Hi :) Do you want marriage? Children? Who do you see yourself marrying, a man or a woman?
dogfartsinyourcupcakes asked: nice poetryy .. real dope..
See You Here?
OFF THE RECORD written by Akua Doku, Camonghne Felix, Joanna Hoffman & Caroline Rothstein directed by Alex Mallory with opening poetry by Mahogany Browne and Elliott D. Smith Buy tickets: Sat 1/7 at 5PM - Part of our $5 at 5 Reading Series! A man sees his dead lover on the subway. An investigative journalist loses her path. A woman struggles to reconcile her identity as a queer veteran....
Taking to Whiskey (Long Train Ride)
Here’s a tourniquet. Wash it clean, practice your most stone Eyes while The red swirls the basin - A chained tornado. This is what childhood teaches you; The split lip, the wash away. “the cards play funny for everyone” Queen, up. Sorcerer’s heart, you’ve got - The one that prays at the edge of the winner’s Sword So you know, My dear, That this...
Love & Hip Hop: Chrissy to Jim Jones
Listen: We both learned to hustle the bullet early. You let me hedge your empire , You say ‘hold this’ and my pockets are caving but I ride with it early. Childhood will never indicate that the man who loves you out of such bustling wallpaper will be the one to cripple your bridge but god, Jimmy, I would crumble for you.
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Ask yourself: Where am I? Answer: Here. Ask yourself: What time is it? ...– Ram Dass (via fernsandmoss)
Self Mutilation/Cutting Feels Like a Disease or an...
When I’ve finally gone a year without cutting, I’m going to tattoo 12 little birds over the scars on my left arm (since this is the ugliest arm) to signify the year that I started and the freedom of finally giving up on being bad to myself.
Statement by Obama on new Patriot Act, AKA H.R.... →
And if he comes with something missing? And if every heart he’s broken becomes a mirror in a lightless room? And if I still can’t read him? And if he lets his fear do all the moving? And if the bridge of my cheek fits the scope of his open hand? And if I fall into that? The doubt whisks all of the grand warnings grandmother left for me, “If he isn’t the window that...
waaaaaaaaaaaytoomuch asked: As far as I can glean, you're a(lso) a descendant of recent Revolutionaries, besides a poet of color intimate with queer politics, mysticism, the recluse lifestyle, and fashion. Do you think this generation needs to hone in on trends more dynamically for more influential flocking and demonstration? Do poets need to sing and dance more provocatively or something to get Kids thinking more...