reclaim your voice.
Liza is the name of the sun goddess of West Africa. Here is my interpretation of her. A vision came to my head to make a woman bigger than life to sit on top of the sun. She’s wearing beautiful yellow clothing and who better to be ruler of the sun than a woman?! And…
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lip-kits thick with identity politics curves and thighs commodified as if they haven’t been desirable since the sun’s first shine on the Hollister skin trending back in the day well money doesn’t define worth ads and photo ops don’t make it all better look closely at the composition question do they stand there fettered? chained?…
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Your Mother tells you you are as sweet as sugar Your father calls you a spunky little diva You are beautiful Little Brown Girl Ready to conquer the world Love the skin you’re in Love yourself from within Your natural hair is excellent the way it is Rock your Afro with pride Don’t fall in…
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There’s always been a stigma that black men can’t take care of their children. Not all fathers leave their children without a father figure. It’s important for fathers of black children to stick around emotionally and be around their space. Fathers need to be able to instill lifelong values to teach their child to tackle…
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Black love is such a beautiful thing Like a butterfly about to spread its wings The union between two souls is unmatched That’s nothing but a fact You got me and I got you Whether skies are gray or when skies are blue Coffee and cream, tea and honey The way you look at me…
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Being a black woman is tough. Especially being a black woman in America. We aren’t allowed to be vulnerable without being mocked for it. We aren’t allowed to stand up for ourselves without being called a ‘bitch’ or ‘bossy’. God forbid we raise our voice, and then we’re seen as the angry black woman. But…
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The crescent moon is glimmering as we’re lying down beneath the stars. The film is silently playing while the fireflies surround the yard. As our hands lightly touch, it makes me want to give you all that I have. Drowning in your ocean blue eyes. The smell of your perfume lingers in my sheets, a…
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One step I took back, one step I took forward. Losing control of my demented mind. Passing by crowded places, many sources of vile spaces. Velvet teardrops are splashing the cold, hard cement ground. As I see the torn leaves dwindling down the narrow road, a sight beckons me to throw it at great height,…
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tears i’ve cried waiting for you to come back, to hold me in your arms. tears i’ve cried, hoping you’d stop the lies that broke you apart. tears i couldn’t feel until my shirt was already soaked by their desperation for you to be there. so many tears. tears that stain my cheeks like the…
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