We have to consciously study how to be tender with each other until it becomes a habit because what was native has been stolen from us, The Love of Black Women for each other. But we can practice being gentle with each other by being gentle with that piece of ourselves that is hardest to hold, by giving more to the brave, bruised girlchild within each of us, by expecting a little less from her gargnatuan efforts to excel. We can love her in the light as well as the darkness, quiet her frenzy toward perfection and encourage her attentions toward fulfillment…As we arm ourselves with ourselves and each other, we can stand toe to toe inside the rigorous loving and begin to speak the impossible - to one another. The first step toward genuine change. Eventually, if we speak the the Truth to each other, it will become unavoidable to ourselves
Audre Lorde  (via ourspaceislove)



Black men out here exploiting Jill Scott and demeaning her because of her weight. How disgusting. Not surprising.

Black men who have Black daughters, sisters and mothers but can’t let Black Women just live. They don’t love us.

It’s not that they don’t love us; they don’t…



Misinformation is indeed one of the greater tool of the oppressors, for how else would they continue to do to us what they’ve been doing to our ancestors as we fool ourselves into believing we’re living the future because “look at our tech”. How else could so many not see how often this already…

Isn’t it time to acknowledge the ugly side? I’ve grown quite weary of the spunky heroines, brave rape victims, soul-searching fashionistas that stock so many books. I particularly mourn the lack of female villains — good, potent female villains. Not ill-tempered women who scheme about landing good men and better shoes (as if we had nothing more interesting to war over), not chilly WASP mothers (emotionally distant isn’t necessarily evil), not soapy vixens (merely bitchy doesn’t qualify either). I’m talking violent, wicked women. Scary women. Don’t tell me you don’t know some. The point is, women have spent so many years girl-powering ourselves — to the point of almost parodic encouragement — we’ve left no room to acknowledge our dark side. Dark sides are important. They should be nurtured like nasty black orchids.
Gillian Flynn (via rabbitinthemoon)
How is one to remain a student of this world without any ego? Without taking themselves and theirs situations so seriously. What is to be serious? What is it that enables you to retain a full sense of self even when learning about yourself? What the fuck?
Even when the surprise lessons are so hard to digest in their birth, they must be recognized and make sense with the remainder of the self. I am speaking about myself in parts because there are definitely levels to this shit. A complex machine I am; it is.

Stay Woke. They want you to sleep.

Eight. Sixteen. Fourteen.

This is it. This is where we are currently. I feel it even more so that we are at the crux of a movement. A structural-societal armageddon. Something of that magnitude to instill and reinforce the actions of liberty and justice for all. I feel it heavily that these issues of police brutality, internalized racialism, cultural appropriation, and our own bias will have to continuously be at the top of our dialogues, our posts, our thoughts, in order to bring about change.

A change in the way we interact with each other in the minor scale- day to day interactions. A change on a micro level will and can foster change on macro scale, affecting the very broken system presently in place.



If I had a dollar and a camera for every moment that some gentleman told me something touching about my smile and how lucky is the man is to call me theirs… I’have a nice lil’ reserve of cash and videos. ha.
…It’s always humbling to hear. Worth mentioning because whenever they ask if I’m someones lady, I think of you and say yes.