They be tryin’ to hide the history, but they know who we are…
Live classes in ATL? Anyone?
here is my heart to place under yours.
you are slow breaths
all that strength you made fom your blood.
a whole nation of black pain.
you carried in your spine.
a jail cell. made from your mother’s island.
i return some to you.
ninety four years
is many bones to go through.
many walks through the sun.
many hearts to shed.
many stars of joy to comb through your hair.
a lot of time
let us hold you now.
let us warm the water for your skin.
let our youth be your comfort.
we have seen how your feet danced.
that we have commited
you. to memory.
all hope and fresh mourning.
we know what the ancestors sound like
when they come.
they are ready for you.
if you have done
you came to do.
are finished transcribing your soul into humanity.
have our cloth ready.
our flowers ready.
our songs in our mouths ready.
our feet and all the drums ready.
our fresh water.
watching over madiba (june. 23, 2013. 6:07 p.m. est, usa), nayyirah waheed (via nayyirahwaheed)
today, dec 5th, 2013 madiba has gone from this world. i thank him for the wideness and largeness of his spirit, the lion of his waters, the strength that fed us all. he taught me the truth about africa, taught me that she can and never will be defeated. i shed tears because i am happy you were here, amongst us, with us, filling us all with your light, love, and quiet honey. you magnificent child of Africa, let us sing and dance you home to the ancestors :)))
During my lifetime I have dedicated myself to this struggle of the African people. I have fought against white domination, and I have fought against black domination. I have cherished the ideal of a democratic and free society in which all persons live together in harmony and with equal opportunities. It is an ideal which I hope to live for and to achieve. But if needs be, it is an ideal for which I am prepared to die.
It’s deep that my son will never remember Nelson Mandela as a living legend and freedom fighter. Dang. We’re talking about him, though; I’m telling Akoma his story with the hopes that it will imprint on his psyche. Perhaps it will be easier to recollect that for a short time he inhabited the earth at the time as such a great man.
Rest, work, and live on in great power, Baba. We are honored to have you join the powerful ranks of great ancestors.
Happy Solar Return ITIYOPIYAAAAAAAAA!
I’m mean I’m mad, but I’m mad about something. I’m not mad as an inherent aspect of my Blackness or my womanhood, but mad about something.
This quote comes from her brilliant discussion with bell hooks on how people tried to shape her response to poor shaming that occurred on her show as her being irrationally angry and as some personality facet, when it was simply a legitimate response to a very disgusting problem of classism and racism in America. And this uniquely happens to Black women based on long held stereotypes and controlling images about Black womanhood, shaped by misogynoir.
Here’s a friendly reminder:
-You cannot be sexist toward men. Sexism is based on a system of oppression. You CAN be discriminatory, rude, inconsiderate, and/or prejudiced against men but you CANNOT be sexist toward them.
-You cannot be racist towards white people. Racism is based on a system of oppression. You CAN be discriminatory, rude, inconsiderate, and/or prejudiced against white people but you CANNOT be racist toward them.
This is not difficult.