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Dear Dark skinned girls,

thatnaturalflowtho:

You are beautiful. You are glorious. You are majestic. You are fabulous. You are awe-inspiring. You are magnificent . You are spectacular. You are breathtaking. You are divine. You are Queens.

And don’t let anyone tell you different .

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gladi8rs:

Agreed. The hard part is to do it, without stridency. That is the bit few humans can manage. Hence perpetual failure. In order to win, one must get outside themselves and counter logically. That is the bit most do not manage well. It is the only way to win, unfortunately. First comes anger, then reaction, then, if lucky…the key speakers in a cause get it, and then approach it with consistent, linear logic until you achieve what you want. It works, few can do it. Unless you get outside the moment, you cannot see where to counter the enemy, logically, sequentially, until you have won.
Intellect always wins over emotionality. As I said, few of us humans master this. The perceived enemy knows this all too well, and that is why they keep winning. They win on the countermand, because there is no one there to counter them. The opposition stays strident, unaware, like a bad chess match, how to counter with cool minded tactics, opting for stridency which always fails. Look about us/you.
The end result is NEVER happenstance.

gladi8rs:

Agreed. The hard part is to do it, without stridency. That is the bit few humans can manage. Hence perpetual failure. In order to win, one must get outside themselves and counter logically. That is the bit most do not manage well. It is the only way to win, unfortunately. First comes anger, then reaction, then, if lucky…the key speakers in a cause get it, and then approach it with consistent, linear logic until you achieve what you want. It works, few can do it. Unless you get outside the moment, you cannot see where to counter the enemy, logically, sequentially, until you have won.

Intellect always wins over emotionality. As I said, few of us humans master this. The perceived enemy knows this all too well, and that is why they keep winning. They win on the countermand, because there is no one there to counter them. The opposition stays strident, unaware, like a bad chess match, how to counter with cool minded tactics, opting for stridency which always fails. Look about us/you.

The end result is NEVER happenstance.

(Source: youngprogressivevoices, via belladamenoir)

paulamaf2013:

socialjusticekoolaid:

What they won’t show you on CNN tonight: Ferguson residents line a parade of roses down W Florissant, leading to where Mike Brown was taken from this world. #staywoke #powerful #insolidarity 

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOST

(via loveniaimani)

nnekbone:

Black law students at Harvard take a stand for justice for Mike Brown
#Dontshoot

nnekbone:

Black law students at Harvard take a stand for justice for Mike Brown

#Dontshoot

(via annidanniblog)

heroineheroine:

I saw this on my twitter timeline …
Just let this sink in please ….

(via annidanniblog)

race-and-romance:

exgynocraticgrrl:

Suheir Hammad: Not Your Erotic, Not Your Exotic

Don’t wanna’ be your exotic/Like some dark, fragile, colorful bird imprisoned, caged in a land foreign to the stretch of her wings/Don’t wanna’ be your exotic. Women everywhere look just like me/Some taller, darker, nice than me but like me just the same/Women everywhere carry my nose on their faces/My name on their spirits.

Don’t seduce yourself with my other-ness/My hair wasn’t put on top my head to entice you into some mysterious, black voodoo/The beat of my lashes against each other ain’t some dark, desert beat/It’s just a blink/Get over it.

Don’t build around me your fetish, fantasy, your lustful profanity to cage me in, clip my wings. Don’t wanna’ be your exotic. Your lovin’ of my beauty ain’t more than funky fornication, plain pink perversion. In fact, nasty necrophilia.

Because my beauty is dead to you/I am dead to you.

Not your harem girl, geisha doll, banana picker, pom-pom girl, pum-pum shorts coffee maker, town-whore, belly dancer, private dancer, La Malinche, Venus Hottentot, laundry girl, your immaculate vessel, emasculating princess/Don’t wanna’ be - not your erotic, not your exotic.


Suheir Hammad is a Palestinian-American poet, author and political activist who was born on October 1973 in Amman, Jordan to Palestinian refugee parents and immigrated with her family to Brooklyn, New York City when she was five years old. Her parents later moved to Staten Island. (x)

FREEDOM!!! LET IT RING FROM PALESTINE TO FERGUSON TO NIGERIA TO THE SUDAN TO THE GATES OF THE PRISON WASTELAND… LET IT RING…RING…RING!!

(via westernunionman)

cofierce:

Brooklyn, Regina, Jill, Nzingha and Eve showing support for Mike Brown

cofierce:

Brooklyn, Regina, Jill, Nzingha and Eve showing support for Mike Brown

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sun-thief-rai:

No words. She was also with Talib who was told by police to keep his hands up or they’ll blow his brains out. And some resident protestors are exhausted with everything and saying that street medics told them they’re experiencing a subcategory of PTSD.

So.

Yeah.

I’m weary.

(via ctron164)

allthecanadianpolitics:

Canada stands with #MikeBrown

These were at a Mike Brown Rally in Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada.

(Source: twitter.com, via westernunionman)