we are more delicate, fragile, transparent, than we think we are.
and if we shatter, we can be rearranged into beautiful mosaics.
When people tell you who they are, Maya Angelou famously advised, believe them. Just as importantly, however, when people try to tell you who you are, don’t believe them. You are the only custodian of your own integrity, and the assumptions made by those that misunderstand who you are and what you stand for reveal a great deal about them and absolutely nothing about you
Once you are enslaved, you have no moral obligation to the people who have enslaved you. In enslaving you they have freed you of all moral obligation because the nature their enslavement of you says that you are without humanity, without manhood without womanhood, without dignity and anything you do to get those things back is morally justified.
Janelle Monae gave a great performance on Saturday Night Live last night. In the video above, she performs “Electric Lady” from her album The Electric Lady. She moonwalked! Loved it. She also performed “Dance Apocalyptic” which you can view on SNL’s website. (Skip to the middle of the video to get to it if not interested in the actual show itself).
Literature by Black authors is largely ignored or marginalized in literary canons. This is not because there aren’t any works worthy enough for inclusion but because of the overarching domination of institutional racism and sexism. Here, we celebrate some of black literature’s classic fiction titles spanning many different genres.
First on the list is Their Eyes is Watching God.
Blending the colorful and vibrant language of African American Vernacular, “Their Eyes Were Watching God,” is widely acknowledged as an American classic. A journey of self-discovery, Hurston tells the life of Janie, an African American woman, and her story tragedy and suppression in a process of self-actualization.
Leave a comment of what book you think i’ve missed!
I’m not a teacher, babe
But I can teach you something
Not a preacher
But we can pray if you wanna
Ain’t a doctor
But I can make you feel better
But I’m great at writing physical love letters
I’m a freak, all day, all night
Hot, top, flight
Boy out of sight
And I’m crazy, all day, all night
I truly wonder how many Black people are going to spew vitriol at me in defense of their favorite plagiarizing, cultural appropriation-loving, exploit for dollars doing, professional ally career-having Whites? And the way it’s done? It’s like they want me to die for speaking against their…