Oi!!!!
This is my welcome back to myself-- from Brasil!!!
So I have been in Brasil for about two months, and it has been quite the adventure. I've seen a lot of things that I had not really considered that I would come across, especially since my main goal was to get out of Swat and experience a different way of life that does not have the affect of crushing my soul. And so far, I've succeeded in that.
NOTE: Unfinished, 8/22/09 -- though I wish that I had finished this post, I probably went out to have a great time... so, no regrets!!! :D
Monday, August 9, 2010
So So Natural
We are approaching our one year anniversary -- me and my natural hair. And I have to say that it has been a year of growth, increasing self-love, exploration, insights, beauty, reclaiming, claiming for the first time and coming into ownership.* Yes, my hair motivated me to do and see all these things, in myself and others too. It makes really think about the power of hair, especially for Black women.
*The product of a community and history of so many role models and elders, alike
NOTE: Unfinished, 5/15/09
*The product of a community and history of so many role models and elders, alike
NOTE: Unfinished, 5/15/09
So So Yummy
cinnamon vanilla wafer
oreo
twinkie
milano
chocolate
why are we so obsessed with talking about race via small edible and sometimes delectable carbs? why do we need to minimize our identities, histories and experiences to mere cookies? i like to think that we are all more than that -- a substance that yields temporary pleasure, but eventually becomes inconsequential, absorbed and passed through our bloodstream within hours... -- when we need to sustain ourselves for so much longer than that, for lifetimes, for movements, for generations to come.
what are your thoughts? why am i a cookie? why are we just flavors? tell me what you think about that, and please share what you can beyond the fucked up-ness of each individual one.
oreo
twinkie
milano
chocolate
why are we so obsessed with talking about race via small edible and sometimes delectable carbs? why do we need to minimize our identities, histories and experiences to mere cookies? i like to think that we are all more than that -- a substance that yields temporary pleasure, but eventually becomes inconsequential, absorbed and passed through our bloodstream within hours... -- when we need to sustain ourselves for so much longer than that, for lifetimes, for movements, for generations to come.
what are your thoughts? why am i a cookie? why are we just flavors? tell me what you think about that, and please share what you can beyond the fucked up-ness of each individual one.
Sometimes I Wish...
That Swarthmore would exist without the work.
* NOTE: Written on 2/9/10, yet it still rings true to this day and will continue to do so until 5/29/11.
* NOTE: Written on 2/9/10, yet it still rings true to this day and will continue to do so until 5/29/11.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
i stayed
i saw you on stage last night.
it was really tonight, but i had to separate with a day in my mind
so i saw you on stage last night.
i saw so many things on you last night.
i saw so many things in you last night.
i saw me in so many ways with you last night.
and for the first time, i let me be me last night.
but then i had a reality check. with this lye i'm afraid to wreck,
i stayed seated and stayed watching.
i stayed quiet and stayed longing.
i stayed.
i stayed.
i stayed.
it was really tonight, but i had to separate with a day in my mind
so i saw you on stage last night.
i saw so many things on you last night.
i saw so many things in you last night.
i saw me in so many ways with you last night.
and for the first time, i let me be me last night.
but then i had a reality check. with this lye i'm afraid to wreck,
i stayed seated and stayed watching.
i stayed quiet and stayed longing.
i stayed.
i stayed.
i stayed.
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