from ‘the black art’ anne sexton.
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from ‘the black art’ anne sexton.
(via oddballsdontbounce)
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i didn’t always believe the brown of her body the way i should have. i’d always assumed that melanin carried things with it - stories, history, maps, boundaries, even the soft of the sun. that somehow you could measure it and measure meaning. that somehow her skin would be an earth of…
Hana does this thing where she writes my life, see? All this.
My Life Right Now > Your Mother’s Cooking
Amen.
We are sudden stars / You and I exploding in / Our blue black skins.
(Source: dreamhampton1, via tobia)
Style It is the very liquid soul That oozes from these pores To light the sidewalks with our magic Beyond the distant shores It is the joy from which the laughter Of the dying is drawn Style is the essence of my people We walk tall in every creed and shape And language known to man We walk tall and touch the Gods With every step upon this land We walk tall into our futures Burning our memories into the sand Because style is in the bodies of my people And when we move to any groove We shake the Earth around the sun Ask for the tricks that dip our hips We’ll tell you rhythm makes blood run Back to the source African booties know the answers And when I’m done I’ll tell you Style is in the movement of my people … But we know the force that rules the world Derives its power from our dance When my people express their beauty The whole world goes into a trance When we create we shape the planet It’s only through voice that we have a chance Because style is in the music of my people So wear your colours with pride Sing your spirits unplugged We’ll use the hands that built our art To build ourselves with love Always remember that you carry your style in your blood Because style is in the survival of my people - Lebo MashileBen Enwonwu
(via nok-ind)
Okay, beautiful Cape Town. It’s called Power Tree and You+Me+Everyone We Know have a date in a few days.
Please let me see your gorgeous faces?
In the name of poetry & possibility
Love, lovers.
The Queen and Me

Who gon’ check her, boo?
(Source: aziaticblackhebrew, via badu-ology)
Blood.
The young Ndebele girl wears bead rolls and a tasseled apron that she will discard when she is initiated into adulthood. The Ndebele people are Bantu speakers who spread all over Africa from the area of present day Cameroon in a centuries’ long migration, made possible by their agricultural and iron technology. The Ndebele live in present-day South Africa and Zimbabwe.
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My love for you is more athletic than a verb
Sylvia plath
- Yo.