May 2013
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Ain’t your mama never told you
how black women collect the world,
build...
– Patricia Smith, “For Aretha”
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April 2013
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I know [the poem] is working when it hits me in the gut. When I’m writing...
– ~ John Murillo
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My first priority in a relationship is not to fall in love, but to establish...
– Original quote (via almost31women)
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March 2013
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tasha mitchell: Ladies Who Lunch in NYC 2013 →
msanalogmedia:
Who: Women in Business
What: Empowering event for women pursuing entrepreneurial dreams
Where: Tribeca Grill Loft, NYC
When: Sunday, March 17, 2013
Ambiance. Excited to partake in the Ladies Who Lunch movement, Africa Hannibal and I sat at our table with great…
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Precisely at the point you begin to develop a conscience you must find yourself...
– James Baldwin (via daughterofzami)
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Dear Steubenville survivor, I believe you. Sincerely, Melissa
(beautiful letter from Melissa Harris-Perry. Had me crying)
When love beckons to you follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep. And...
– Kahlil Gibran. Yes love is a battlefield, but so worth the fight. (via jonubian)
January 2013
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Women’s Novels FOR LENORE By Margaret Atwood
1. Men’s novels are about men. Women’s novels are about men too but from a different point of view. You can have a men’s novel with no women in it except possibly the landlady or the horse, but you can’t have a women’s novel with no men in it. Sometimes men put women in men’s novels but they leave out some of the parts: the heads, for instance,...
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Be Drunk
You have to be always drunk. That’s all there is to it—it’s the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk.
But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk.
And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your...
December 2012
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I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees,...
– Sylvia Plath
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"When a singular mass killing occurs in mainly... →
“Vijay Prashad: Deaths of children that don’t make news”
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Ball Player
i cop a squat on a squared-off log, to watch you ball on the community center court. butt numb, i shift my weight and shake mosquitos from my ankles, but never take my eyes off the game. yours follow the orange orb, your pupils twin, brown moons reflecting its light. your play is wild efficiency, you are a four-pronged magic wand, waving, as if agentless, in all directions at once....
November 2012
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If a black woman and a white woman both need emergency obstetric care, a...
– IPS – Brazil study: Racism Is Bad for Health | Inter Press Service
Read the rest of the study at the link, with details on how this racism in healthcare plays out.
(via redlightpolitics)
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breath
inhaled his brown skin gently exhaled poetry lungs melted like wax
by Nadia Alexis
October 2012
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Sometimes a tingling sensation
sweeps across my face like an amputee’s phantom...
– Rachel Mckibbens (via thestufflifeismadeof)
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For Each of You
by Audre Lorde
Be who you are and will be learn to cherish that boisterous Black Angel that drives you up one day and down another protecting the ploace where your power rises running like hot blood from the same sourse as you pain. When you are hungry learn to eat whatever sustains you until morning but do not misled by details simply because you live them. Do not let you head...
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My People
the night is beautiful, so the faces of my people. the stars are beautiful, so the eyes of my people. beautiful, also, is the sun. beautiful, also, are the souls of my people.
~ Langston Hughes
September 2012
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When you are bearing arms that can spit fire and death, and when you can receive...
– Thomas Sankara (via tiocfaidharlulz)
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"We have witnessed the destruction caused by being... →
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There are many September 11th and 10th and 12th in the world…. A Moment of Silence : Emmanuel Ortiz Before I begin this poem, I’d like to ask you to join me in a moment of silence in honor of those who died in the World Trade Center and the Pentagon on September 11th, 2001. I would also like to ask you to offer up a moment of silence for all of those who have been harassed, imprisoned,...
This is a very complex question, but I believe one of the reasons White women...
– Audre Lorde, “Age Race, Class and Sex: Women Redefining Difference,” 241 (via femmenoire)
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