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The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart.
Helen Keller -
Love is patient and kind
It does not envy or boast
Love is not arrogant or rude
It does not insist on its own way
Lov is not irritable or resentful
it does not rejoice at wrongdoing
but rejoices in the truth
Love bears all things
believes all things
hopes all things
endures all things.
Love never end
1 Corinthians 13:6
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Colonialism is the establishment, maintenance, acquisition and expansion of colonies in one territory by people from another territory. Colonialism is a process whereby sovereignty over the colony is claimed by the metropole and the social structure, government, and economics of the colony are changed by colonists - people from the metropole. Colonialism is a set of unequal relationships: between the metropole and the colony, and between the colonists and the indigenous population.
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Posted on March 7, 2012 via Indigenous Revelations with 336 notes
Source: demockratees.com
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still I rise byMaya Angelou
You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies
You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise
Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells Pumping in my living room
Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides
Just like hopes springing high, Still I’ll rise
Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops. Weakened by my soulful cries
Does my haughtiness offend you? Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines Diggin’ in my own back yard
You may shoot me with your words
You may cut me with your eyes
You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I’ll rise
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame I rise Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise I rise I rise! -
road to rhythm by Paul Goodnight
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harriet tubman by Catherine Clinton
Great Read!
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How Do You Love a Black Woman?
I don’t need a man
To make me feel like a womanBut I do need a man who understands what womanhood is
And the love binding struggle that we as black woman experience
When dealing with men who are disconnected from their roots
And have replaced Creativity, Originality, and Sensuality with a dull shine.How Do You Love a Black Woman?
Love us with a genuine heart
See the beauty and talent in all areas of our lives
And appreciate the knowledge within our mindsTake that knowledge
And feed it to those who are thirsty for wisdomTake that wisdom
And feed it to those who are capable of creating a new blue print for society
With their dreams & aspirationsAllow this circle to continue…
Love us with an admiration for our strength
And recognize the significance of our existence
Admit your need for us
And express to us how much you hurt without your backboneAnd when we fall
Catch us
Catch us with 2 arms
Because we recognize your strength too!Ask questions & seek answers from us
Climb into our ears and listen to the things we say
And appreciate the strength in our opinions
Even if it is about anything and everythingHow Do You Love a Black Woman?
By finding the courage to stop playing games that you should have left behind years ago
By separating yourselves from other men
In order to become your own man
And allowing yourselves to discover your own definition of manhood and what it really meansConnect yourselves to your present day realities and re-evaluate how you feel about
Respect. Love. Loyalty.
Love us with respect for our bodies
Starting from the inside outAdore the little things that make us who we are
Such as our
Strong cheek bones, variations of our chocolate tones, textured hair, and thick lips
We don’t expect you to read our minds
But once inside, pay attention to our sensitive areas
And acknowledge intimate moments as another form of communication
A combination not to be interruptedHold us tight
With 2 arms
And indulge yourselves in the sweetness that we have to offer you
Satisfy your craving with our never-ending love
And cherish the thought of two individuals
Coming together to become one with each other
One mind
And one soulYours Truly,
Your Black Woman
by Pauleanna Reid
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Plays: 20
dreamworld by Robin Thicke
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dreamworld by Robin Thicke
…There would be no black or white
the world would just treat my wife right
we could walk down in Mississippi
and no one would look at us twice
Hey that’s my dreamworldthat’s my dreamworld…
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I fight. Not simply with my opponent. I fight with the demons of doubt. With my exhaustion, with my past failures, with my injuries, with my anonymity, with the unrelenting voice that tells me to stop. But I am a fighter. And one thing is sure. I will be victorious.
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Posted on March 6, 2012 via The Looking Glass Gallery with 3,572 notes
Source: fuckyeahpsychedelics
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We can’t have war between black men and black women, because no people can be free if one half of the mind of the people is tied up in conflict. It’s going to have to be both of us, or none of us!!
Dr.John Henrik Clarke (via chillculture)
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