Due to a chemotherapy procedure I ended up with a nickel sized scar near my right shoulder blade, whenever I would go out I’d cover it with makeup and thought to myself “one day I’ll save enough money to fix it surgically”. Months later I had a hip replacement and a muscle flap and 4 […]
My very existence is defiance.
For you Everyday is a fight for territory,
Space in a country that does not want you
Space in a world that cannot yet grasp the
magic of hair that says “fuck gravity”
Space in the hearts of lovers who do not
know how to love all of you
(Your mother made you ample)
Facing this world is already a daunting
task for you my dear
But look how your skin still glistens and
glows and steals all fire from the sun
And how your smile still steals all magic
from the moonlight
Look how your lips still cast love spells
and break hearts
You are still perfect
You are still glory
You are still uchawi (magic)
-written by @niketa.rae for Sandra Bland
Happy bornday, Sandra. May you rest in power.
You are beautiful, but is that all to you? What does your heart look like? How do you treat people? What lies within your soul? You are beautiful, but aren’t we all? What is there to you besides your beauty? –Karen Owusu
photo ©Aea Baba
You ever wonder how much of
your stress is perpetual?
Or how many times you’ve placed yourself on
pedestals on the backs
of your peers’ mishaps, failures,
misdirection, misinformation, and demise.
if it’s your fear
apprehension or condescension that ghostwrite your choices?
Or if your conviction or stubbornness defines you?
I guess I say this to ask..
Are you the “you” – you think you are?