“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)
“Honestly I know, it’s silly of me. To want you so badly but keep it concealed. But see, my inferiority complex kicks in and the words escape me and I’m paralyzed.. so helpless when I, look into your eyes.”
“Some people bring out the worst in you, others bring out the best, and then there are those remarkably rare, addictive ones who just bring out the most. Of everything. They make you feel so alive that you’d follow them straight into hell, just to keep getting your fix.”—Karen Marie Moning (via loveyourchaos)
If I let you know You can’t tell nobody I’m talking bout nobody Are you responsible? Boy I gotta watch my body I’m not just anybody Is it my go, Is it your go Sometimes I’m goody goody Right now I’m naughty naughty Say yes or say no Cause I really need somebody Tell me are you that somebody
bell hooks Love is a combination of six ingredients: care, commitment, knowledge, responsibility, respect and trust. I found that a lot of people just felt really confused about what love is, so I said, here, take these six ingredients and as you go…
Sexism from a brown face is still sexism. Male privilege with a unique cadence and sartorial style is still male privilege. Patriarchy is still patriarchy when perpetrated by doctorate-wielding black activists. Demanding that a black woman march in lock step with your agenda or be labeled “treacherous” and “a fake and a fraud” is to further the twin demons of racism and sexism that black women battle every day. It’s disgraceful.
It must chafe, I imagine, to lose your privilege. To know that “the black agenda,” if there even is such a thing, will no longer be exclusively dictated and communicated by a certain sort of black man. The young people, the biracial black people, the women are getting uppity. That’s what this is about. It’s not that liberals have labeled Harris-Perry HNIC; it is that men like West thought that position was exclusively theirs.
“This is not addressed primarily to white people. It does not put you down in anyway. It simply ignores you, for my people need all the inspiration and love that they can get.”—Nina Simone before performing “To Be Young, Gifted, and Black.” (via dionthesocialist)
Leather in the summer, silk in the winter This is such an art, where do I begin uh.. Used to sing tenor, in the church choir Really I was flexin’, but the girls they were fine I’m the type of guy that notice subtle signs When I cuddle mine, she ain’t even tryin To look sexy, but even if she was so what Mother fucker grow up, don’t mean to be so abrupt But that lets me, know that she’s a human being And being human’s hard, on the boulevard Girl you got it bad, glad I’m not one But yet you got it good, you are the hot one But I’m Andre, Benjamin Andre to be exact You hoped to meet a gentleman one day, well this is that In fact, Dookie introduced us at a show About a year or so ago, I don’t know, mind slips me I’m in the southern states, you know where all the pimps be Dressin all boogey and carryin’ ugly cups And yes you’re getting booed if your shit does not get down And yes you’re getting sued by women who didn’t get up Out their seat on the bus, and feet shouldn’t rust And beat is a must, and we shouldn’t lust But we do, I’m laughin’ at the calendars and clocks Ascot to match the socks, what’s in your Speakerboxxx Pink and Blue, you’re lolly gaggin, you’re slow pokin You got me open, you’re playin wit me, darlin I’m not a toy As if Anita Baker bring’s the joy, you’re kinder, the Tyner meanin the real McCoy I can’t wait…
It’s halftime. Both teams are in their locker room discussing what they can do to win this game in the second half.
It’s halftime in America, too. People are out of work and they’re hurting. And they’re all wondering what they’re going to do to make a comeback. And we’re all scared, because this isn’t a game.
The people of Detroit know a little something about this. They almost lost everything. But we all pulled together, now Motor City is fighting again.
I’ve seen a lot of tough eras, a lot of downturns in my life. And, times when we didn’t understand each other. It seems like we’ve lost our heart at times. When the fog of division, discord, and blame made it hard to see what lies ahead.
But after those trials, we all rallied around what was right, and acted as one. Because that’s what we do. We find a way through tough times, and if we can’t find a way, then we’ll make one.
All that matters now is what’s ahead. How do we come from behind? How do we come together? And, how do we win?
Detroit’s showing us it can be done. And, what’s true about them is true about all of us.
This country can’t be knocked out with one punch. We get right back up again and when we do the world is going to hear the roar of our engines.
Yeah, it’s halftime America. And, our second half is about to begin
”—Clint Eastwood | Chrysler - Imported from Detroit