i miss my mothers more than i can say
more than even I can imagine
nothing lasts forever
but now feels like forever and yet forever is still so far away.
every breath i take
inhaling what’s not there and exhaling nothing, i hold on to everything.
i feel it when I walk, when I sleep, when i shit, when i eat, when i smile, when i prosper, when i fail.
living is killing me.
While many, including me, celebrate the natural hair movement’s emphasis on self-discovery, I cannot help but wonder if something has also been lost with this cultural shift. For all the horrible things about hair straightening, the experiences associated with it have created a powerful thread that connects the vast majority of black women. Even if you have kinky hair now, you probably have memories of time spent with family and friends in kitchens getting your hair done by someone who loved you and who you trusted enough to wield a sizzling hot straightening comb next to your ear. You probably remember that first trip to the beauty shop where black women talked about grown folks’ business, and nearly every sentence began with the endearment, “girl.” It does not matter if your mother was a teacher or housekeeper, or if you were in New York or Alabama because these experiences crossed class and region. Hair straightening was a rite of passage, an entry into the world of black women.
What's the 1 thing that you've always desired to do?
23 yrs in the physical, 7 years in spirit…30 years of love and guidance; no matter where I go or what I do, nothing will compare to being my mother’s child. Happy Birthday Ma!!!
I never really pictured Katniss. She was just… Her personality was so large and stubborn that all I could see was her, not the way she looked.
But this here actor fella cast to play Peeta … I mean, did they even read the books?
No, he wasn’t cookie cutter, mythological god “perfect” like Gale, but he was handsome and popular.
All I see when I look at this man is awkward and funny lookin’.
But who cares anyway?
I do, apparently.
so i’ve been hearing all the hooplah over the casting of the Hunger Games but paid it no attention as I hadn’t read the book, but now that I’m up to speed…
so you mean to tell me that you’re upset characters that were twice described as having “dark brown satiny skin” were played by actors of african decent but have no qualms about the fact that the main character that was repeatedly described as having “olive skin and long black hair” was played by a hue-less pale girl with reddish-brown hair?
this would be laughable if it weren’t so fucking sad.
first i notice the eyes; big and warm with flickers of good-natured mischief
then the nose that’s more upturned than wide, as if in defiance
the mouth that houses the smile that never seems to leave the eyes
which smoothly brings the focus to the cheeks, with their high sitting bones
that paints the face in a warm and welcoming hue
I am looking at my mother.
I am looking at me.
Finally have my camera, now I just gotta learn how to use it..