My favorite off her True EP. Been feeling these vibes lately.
One day soon we will forget the ebb of our intergalactic radiation as our cosmic energy no longer gravitates towards one another. One day soon we will forget the echo of our laughter, the map of our fingerprints and the birthmarks discreetly placed. One day soon images once rooted deep in our memories will become faded photographs, and reminders deeply embedded in our hippocampus will no longer serve their purpose. One day soon forever will gain an end date. One day soon ‘we’ becomes singular as an entity separates. One day, sooner than we expect our eyes will open to an unfamiliar world in which we don’t exist. No trace of you and I, no breadcrumbs to reveal our path. New territory to conquer on our own without landmarks conveniently placed for our retrieval. The daunting question that looms which that cannot be answered only for the sake of not answering is that which is unknown. “When?”
WATTSTAX!!!! Shoutout to Professor Woods.
(via simplysupreme)
“Do I get stress headaches at work? Yes, definitely. From the moment I get in, it’s “Denise we need this! Denise we need that!” Which is stressful… ‘cause my name is Linda. Denise is the other black woman that works here. By 10am, someone in the copy room makes a joke about Kobe Bryant, and everyone looks at me to make sure it’s ok. And I smile like it’s ok. But really, my head and neck are starting to throb. Then I spend the rest of my afternoon training my interns, and answering their questions, like, “Yes, black people use shampoo”, and, “No, I don’t know any good reggae clubs around here”, and, “Yes, Condoleezza Rice is very articulate, why do you sound so surprised?” And, “No, I can’t tell you where to buy weed!” And that’s when I reach for Excedrin.”
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(via seussthemessiah)
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Stranger, I don’t see you like I used to…
It was a thievery of my eye
So long
You keep chasing like a rooster
Everything you lay eyes on
So I flee, I fly
I don’t have no choice
I would rather die than live with you in this life
Cause you’re just a backslider every single day
Backsliding like a chain
You’re just a capturer on a lonely chase
Backslide into your grave
My babe, guess he could stand a little cheatin’
Because his heart is made of stone, and now…
I ain’t got tears to cry, I’m leavin’
Even in your arms I’m alone
You go back to your old flame
And she’ll love you once again
I’m just a blockade at this game
Your lips are lies
And your eyes the same
You’re just a backslider every single day
Backsliding like a chain
You’re just a capturer on a lonely chase
Backslide into your grave
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Today started like any other Tuesday. I drudgingly forced myself out of my warm bed, and into the cold only motivated by my guitar class that awaited me. After an hour of strumming my heart’s content, I returned home to be greeted by good company and a rerun of Beyonce’s documentary. Fast forward a couple hours & I was off to my Art History class. Still buzzin’ I was delighted as we made a trip to a special room in the Weatherspoon Art Museum and viewed a selection of paintings specific to African-American artists. This was no ordinary exhibit however, these were original works from the likes of Henry O. Tanner, Kara Walker, and Elizabeth Catlett to name a few. There were no boundaries between our beings and the paintings. I could reach out and touch Tanner’s masterpiece Mary c. 1908 if I wanted. Just being in a room with such fine art overwhelms you, and makes you feel that much more attached to the world. It was a beautiful experience, and the best time I’ve had at my university. Props to Weatherspoon’s curator, I’m so glad they own these beautiful works.
Here are a few of my favorite pieces from the exhibit. It’s almost surreal to know I viewed the originals.
Henry O. Tanner “Mary”(1908)
Kara Walker “An Unpeopled Land in Uncharted Waters” (2010)
Robert Colescott “A Visit From Uncle Charlie” (1995)
