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blackgirlwhiteboylove:

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blackgirlwhiteboylove:

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afro-centricqueen:

Twenty million black people don’t even know their own name. Why? Because he took it away from you. Twenty million black people don’t even know their own language. Why? Because he took it away from you. Twenty million black people don’t even know the history of their ancestors. Why? Because he took it away from you. And if you try and tell them how thoroughly and completely you’ve been robbed, he says you’re teaching hate. That’s something to think about. Today, you’re coming out of college, you’re coming out of the leading universities, you’re trying to go in a good direction but you don’t know which direction to go in, and if somebody tries to take you right to the root of your problem, they say that that man’s a hate teacher. And then again if we tell you that Negroes are being hung on the trees, or being shot down illegally, unjustly and those Negroes should do something to protect themselves, you say, “You’re advocating violence.” The white man is tricking you. He’s trapping you. He doesn’t call it violence when he lands troops in South Vietnam. He doesn’t call it violence when he lands troops in Berlin. When the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor, he didn’t say get nonviolent. He said, praise the Lord but pass the ammunition. But when someone attacks you, when someone comes at you with a club, when someone comes at you with a rope, when someone comes at you with a gun, despite the fact that you’ve done nothing, he tells you, suffer peacefully. Pray for those who use you despite-fully. Be long-suffering. And how long can you suffer after suffering for four hundred years?

thesoftghetto:

afro-centricqueen:

Twenty million black people don’t even know their own name. Why? Because he took it away from you. Twenty million black people don’t even know their own language. Why? Because he took it away from you. Twenty million black people don’t even know the history of their ancestors. Why? Because he took it away from you. And if you try and tell them how thoroughly and completely you’ve been robbed, he says you’re teaching hate. That’s something to think about. Today, you’re coming out of college, you’re coming out of the leading universities, you’re trying to go in a good direction but you don’t know which direction to go in, and if somebody tries to take you right to the root of your problem, they say that that man’s a hate teacher. And then again if we tell you that Negroes are being hung on the trees, or being shot down illegally, unjustly and those Negroes should do something to protect themselves, you say, “You’re advocating violence.” The white man is tricking you. He’s trapping you. He doesn’t call it violence when he lands troops in South Vietnam. He doesn’t call it violence when he lands troops in Berlin. When the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor, he didn’t say get nonviolent. He said, praise the Lord but pass the ammunition. But when someone attacks you, when someone comes at you with a club, when someone comes at you with a rope, when someone comes at you with a gun, despite the fact that you’ve done nothing, he tells you, suffer peacefully. Pray for those who use you despite-fully. Be long-suffering. And how long can you suffer after suffering for four hundred years?

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thegirlonamotorcycle:

The wolf and the owl for one night forgot their differences and sang together under the moon. As the songs slowly ended, The wolf and the owl stared deeply into each other’s eyes and a tear of sorrow fell to the Earth. For although there was much magic in their hearts, it was their eyes that saw the Truth. She was of the Sky People and he was of the Earth Clan. And they knew this could never be.The wolf slowly turned and began to walk away with his head down in sadness. The owl flew away into the night sky, shedding tears of heart break. And that is why late at night, when you’re alone, you can hear the howls of the wolf for he looks to the moon to sing a song he shared with someone so special. And that is why in the late evenings you hear the hoot songs of the owl. For she is asking, “Who has seen the one I love”


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Tattoo credit:http://www.irontigertattoo.com/lars-van-zandt/

thegirlonamotorcycle:

The wolf and the owl for one night forgot their differences and sang together under the moon. As the songs slowly ended, The wolf and the owl stared deeply into each other’s eyes and a tear of sorrow fell to the Earth. For although there was much magic in their hearts, it was their eyes that saw the Truth. She was of the Sky People and he was of the Earth Clan. And they knew this could never be.
The wolf slowly turned and began to walk away with his head down in sadness. The owl flew away into the night sky, shedding tears of heart break. And that is why late at night, when you’re alone, you can hear the howls of the wolf for he looks to the moon to sing a song he shared with someone so special. And that is why in the late evenings you hear the hoot songs of the owl. For she is asking, “Who has seen the one I love”

Photo credit:@drewpiester

Tattoo credit:http://www.irontigertattoo.com/lars-van-zandt/

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“I didn’t realize how badly I was treated until someone started treating me with respect.”


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fitness-food-and-fandom:

So delicate Flowergirls by Lim Zhi Wei / Love Limzy, Malaysian artist.

these are amazing

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blackpoemusic:

"I gather upeach soundyou left behindand stretch themon our bed.each niteI breathe youand become high.”
Poem n. 8 by Sonia Sanchez

blackpoemusic:

"I gather up
each sound
you left behind
and stretch them
on our bed.
each nite
I breathe you
and become high.”


Poem n. 8 by Sonia Sanchez

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kobetyrant:

PLEASE

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