Well Deserved. Loves Him.

Une belle histoire d'amour...

Came across this book almost by accident at the Philadelphia free library. And loved it. Author Erica Simone Turnipseed depicts the beautiful, complexities of...what else? Love. Simply Beautiful. Must read.



Excerpt:
Noire and I broke up yesterday. I feel fucked up about it, but it was the right thing. She felt it too. I was trying to just let things unfold but it became to hard somehow. And she was questioning whether my value system lines up with hers. I don't know if we've shot ourselves in the foot, getting caught up in such things. I mean, isn't happiness about enjoying the process of finding "the answers" rather than being paralyzed by the questions? Perhaps our obsession with both is the problem.

I think you've given me more credit than I deserve in rooting for this relationship with Noire. Her kind of loving is just so intense in ways that I can barely touch.

I don't know if I'm making a bit of sense right now. I just broke up with the most selflessly devoted woman I've ever dated in my life. I think I must be crazy.

 -Love Noire-By Erica Simone turnipseed; (pg. 298)

Fragmented Pieces

My thoughts now gliding on the surface,
he looks at me inquisitively,
guessing what he cannot see or better yet feel.
Broken glass reflects our love.
Our Destiny.
Scared, shattered, scared again...broken.
A high risk when touched yet a dangerous presence when left alone.
Dangerous, like our love.
Broken, like glass.
Shattered upon the floor.
I touch and try to remove it and I bleed.
I leave it alone, forget its there, touch it, and bleed.
Still looking at me inquisitively.
I say: "that's our love."
Dangerous either way.
Like glass.
Shattered.
Scared.
Broken...like the pieces on the floor.

Sudanese Beauty: Ataui Deng

She is just all types of beautiful...and that skin, I would kill for that skin. Love it.

Did You Really Just Say That? Listen to Yourself! | Clutch Magazine: The Digital Magazine for the Young, Contemporary Woman of Color

Did You Really Just Say That? Listen to Yourself! | Clutch Magazine: The Digital Magazine for the Young, Contemporary Woman of Color

One of my favorite online magazines Clutch addresses the popular misconceptions of beautiful Africa. Click the link. Must read.

Still the baddest....L. Boogie

Hope for Haiti Now

A woman should...

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE by Maya Angelou

A Woman should have enough money within her control to move out and rent a place of her own, even if she never wants or needs to. A woman should have something perfect to wear if the employer or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour.

A woman should have a youth she’s content to leave behind… a past juicy enough that she’s looking forward toward retelling it in old age… a set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill and a black lace bra..

A woman should have one friend who always makes her laugh... and one who lets her cry... a good piece of furniture not previously owned by any one else in her family...

A woman should have eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems, and a recipe for a meal, that will make her guests feel honored…

A woman should have a feeling of control over her destiny.

Every woman should know how to fall in love without loosing herself… how to quit a job, break up with a lover, and confront a friend without ruining the friendship..

Every woman should know when to try harder.. and when to walk away, that she can’t change the length of her calves, the width of her hips or the nature of her parents..

Every woman should know that her childhood may have not been perfect, but it’s over. She should know what she would and wouldn’t do for love and more, how to live alone, even if she does not like it… whom she can trust, whom she can’t, and why she shouldn’t take it personally. She should know where to go…be it her best friend’s kitchen table… or a charming inn in the woods… when her soul needs soothing.

And every woman should know… what she can and can’t accomplish in a day… a month… and a year…

Love. Solange.

New Amerykah Part Two needs to come with the quickness

White Washed

Ugh...my wall was too bear for words. Had to slap more mags on there.

Mos-Def -iently thee dopest lines: History

"[Mos Def]
Kweli say, "Everybody act according to the season that they born in"
Some are the night, some are the morning, some at noon
Some in winter, some in June
It's all cool, it's the natural
The science is a jewel
For me and mines, yours and you
Let's move, tell you a little about mine, yo

I was born in a season where the world was quiet and cold
Celebrations were going on
Some were happy, some were sad
Some felt bad from being good
Some felt good from being bad, feelings passed and changed
But they never leave, they here to stay
Holiday, holiday, happy birthday
Teenage love, the first cut run deep
Soul on flesh, this is the Brooklyn streets
Year of the Ox, seven and three
M.D., the history (come on)
Every soul got one indeed (yes)
It's where you been to where you be
And without understanding you cannot proceed
Complete, the start and the end
Then it just go round again... again"

Just a thought...secrectly aloud

Damn that last poem was the dopest. Wish I could commend him, but in retrospect of our past love, life, risks I'm scared my words because of my actions might offend him.

(sigh)

Well at least I can still admire them. Because beyond the horizons of our past...his ish is still dope.

Please learn your:

New Years Resolution 20.10 is...

to fall madly, unconditionally, head-over-heels, everlastingly, un-apologetically, compassionately, effortlessly, thoroughly, blatantly, excessively,expressively, deeply, in love....


with myself.