Absolutely Brilliant

Absolutely Brilliant

@7 hours ago with 6 notes

I’m Not Like the King of Black People by Morgan Parker 

blackcontemporaryart:

I’m sorry I don’t
know why I like
grape soda or how
my hair got like this

I couldn’t tell you
where the watermelon
thing came from

I’m what
you don’t swallow
the glossy dark

I read somewhere
my folks used to be princes
Their earrings were
pulled out
in their sleep

Then one day
they woke up

@5 days ago with 234 notes

"Black people have been in Canada since 1604. Their contribution to the nation-building process is, however, subject to erasure and their presence is often taken as a sign of trouble, “a problem.” Furthermore, African Canadians, in spite of their long history in Canada are seen as recent immigrants and thus not a part of the historical memory of the nation. Erasing the African Canadian presence retroactively liberates Canada from the context and rich histories of the Black Diaspora, and the Trans Atlantic World."

Black Canadian Studies Association Conference 2013
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E M P O W E R M E N T
campuslately:

#HowardUniversity students silently speak out. #PleaseDontShoot #powerful #HU #HowardU #iftheygunnedmedown
E M P O W E R M E N T

campuslately:

#HowardUniversity students silently speak out. #PleaseDontShoot #powerful #HU #HowardU #iftheygunnedmedown

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@1 week ago with 4355 notes

Seekers Who Are Lovers - Cocteau Twins

Brush by gracefully
A love as big as a risk
Fills you up
And you can’t look on
The breath of God in my mouth
A love you can taste
Got get some paste
He and I, breath to breath
Clothed in saliva
Healing through your arm
I can’t stop hungering for otherness
I forgot the use
My head fall out of the sky
And crashed into my palms
Jesus God, valentine
Love on the tip of it
The old rivers lack of other sweet scents
So sweet
You are a woman just as you are a man
Creeping on the gas is a magic love like
Like a flights, clouded peak
I was choking on the blood
Whose camouflages, lack of soul
Whose misty fire, muses soul
Kneeling by the harm
Which is promising the way
His poor essence, under the truth
Love and heart polish itself
I slid my heels but slowly ran
So send Lucifer into hell
Love on the tip of it
The old rivers lack of other sweet scents
So sweet
You are a woman just as you are a man
Love on the tip of it
The old rivers lack of other sweet scents
So sweet
You are a woman just as you are a man
Love on the tip of it
The old rivers lack of other sweet scents
So sweet
You are a woman just as you are a man

@1 week ago

Watch "Angie Stone - Brotha" on YouTube 

Angie Stone - Brotha:

@8 hours ago

First Kiss

We lay beneath a mound of blankets. The peach fades into my nightgown. Zucchini lingers on your breath. I remember it as juice on a slide. Your mother’s back becomes a shadow through the shutting door. You whisper, “Let’s play house. I’ll be the wife and you will be the husband”. I felt I should be “wife”. If only because I was shorter and younger. If only because you were always a princess getting your way in your house. In your house your mother feeds me orange juice. I hate it. In your house you are always in peach satin, with dolls, your hair is pressed and juts out. Six, I was. Six were the seconds your chapped lips lasted. The natural strangeness. And innocence. My teeth resisting the pulp. All the green and black fruits. The black echoes in aeons. In the scent of her hair. Moroccan oils and pomade. Unwashed. The sweat. Fingers on a lobe. They curve like the necks of bathing swans. Her dark eyes, the swelling wells, demanding I own my presence. Where sacred mounds will blanket our belonging.

@5 days ago with 1 note

"Given the limited attention given to Black immigrants in the immigrant rights discourse, there is of course little mention of the fact that between 1993 and 2002, Black immigrants tend to be deported more for criminal deportations than non-criminal deportations. Asians (including Middle Easterners and many “Muslim” nationalities), however, tended to be overwhelmingly subjected to non - criminal deportations rather than criminal deportations. Between 1993 and 2002, the proportion of criminal deportations out of all Asian deportations ranged between 24-34%, reaching the peak of 34% in 1999. Compare that to the proportion of criminal deportations out of all Black deportations. During 1993 and 2002, criminal deportations of Black immigrants ranged between 57-75%, reaching the peak of 75% in 1996. In short, criminal deportations are more common for Black immigrants whereas the reverse is true for Asian immigrants.

…In light of these trends, immigrant rights may need to reevaluate its lack of focus on Black immigrants. More to the point, immigrant rights activists may want to question the lack of attention given to anti-Black racism as a structure that shapes the immigrant experience. It is apparent that darker people are not only the target of domestic police measures, this targeting also serves to largely determine who will get deported and for what reasons. As the numbers show, Black people are targeted for deportation just as they are targeted for prisons."

@5 days ago with 378 notes

"Have you ever lost yourself in a kiss? I mean pure psychedelic inebriation. Not just lustful petting but transcendental metamorphosis when you became aware that the greatness of this being was breathing into you. Licking the sides and corners of your mouth, like sealing a thousand fleshy envelopes filled with the essence of your passionate being and then opened by the same mouth and delivered back to you, over and over again - the first kiss of the rest of your life. A kiss that confirms that the universe is aligned, that the world’s greatest resource is love, and maybe even that God is a woman. With or without a belief in God, all kisses are metaphors decipherable by allocations of time, circumstance, and understanding"

Saul Williams’ Said the Shotgun to the Head (via descroissants)

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@1 week ago with 1164 notes
Roland Barthes, “Mourning Diary”

Roland Barthes, “Mourning Diary”

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