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humansofcolor:

onlyblackgirl:

valariesue:

the-unfriendlyblackhottie:

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midnight-sun-rising:

goldroadtonowhere:

Jamila Lyiscott: 3 ways to speak English

Stop what you’re doing and watch this. Especially if you have a problem with AAVE or broken English. 

Yes love!!!

This is wonderful

yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaas!

YES YESYES YES

OMFG, yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes

beautiful 

I feel like the people who can’t relate in the audience look so awkward..

She deserves all the snaps

yooooooooooooooooooooooooo

That was amazing and super good and she’s gorgeous lol

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imightgetcynical:

avatar-tea:

zucodragon:

Benders hands

this is important

Reblog if you totally held up your hand and tried to figure out what you were

imightgetcynical:

avatar-tea:

zucodragon:

Benders hands

this is important

Reblog if you totally held up your hand and tried to figure out what you were

José González - Down the Line

heard-from-the-telegraph:

Song of the Week: Down the Line - José González

I see problems down the line,
I know they’re not mine.
Don’t wash the dirt off of your hands.
You’re doing the same mistake twice.
Making the same mistake twice.

one of my favs

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177 plays

writeworld:

sp00kyjames:

sliceofbri:

THERE MUST BE A PARAGRAPH BREAK EVERY TIME A NEW CHARACTER SPEAKS

THIS IS NOT OPTIONAL

NO ONE WANTS TO READ ONE BIG BLOCK OF TEXT JESUS CHRIST

REMEMBER TIP TOP OK:

Make a paragraph every time that any of these things change!

Ti me

lace

To pic

erson

image

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yup

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the-uncensored-she:

vivyllons:

The bookstore in my town has a racism section in honor of Ferguson and it gives me a lot of hope

#JusticeforMikeBrown, #ArrestDarrenWilson, #BlackLivesMatter, #Ferguson

the-uncensored-she:

vivyllons:

The bookstore in my town has a racism section in honor of Ferguson and it gives me a lot of hope

#JusticeforMikeBrown, #ArrestDarrenWilson, #BlackLivesMatter, #Ferguson

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When people of colour are expected to educate white people as to their humanity, when women are expected to educate men, lesbians and gay men are expected to educate the heterosexual world, the oppressors maintain their position and evade their responsibility for their own actions.
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buttonpoetry:

Beltway Poetry Slam - “American Dream”

"Being content is like taking naps in your own grave."

G. Yamazawa, Pages Matam, Clint Smith & Roscoe Burnems, performing during semifinals at the 2014 National Poetry Slam. Subscribe to Button on YouTube!

I wrote it all down in case you aren’t able to listen to it. Here is a transcript of “American Dream” 

The American dream is made of quicksand

The harder you fight

The further you’re buried.

Sinking below a prison complex

That uses 4th grade reading scores to project the number of cells needed 10 years later.

Someone explain the difference

Between convicts in the prison and victims of the system.

Something is missing.

The Commissioner is using people as commission.

See, capitalism is like a fisherman that keeps you coming back to the lake

Keep at least a quarter of the population hungry

Work to devour your check

Then tax out the fish you get.

Not recognizing the pennies under our feet when we walk

Like Lincoln was just a stepping stone to our freedom.

How ironic

We put his face on the only coin with colored skin

When White America did not prosper until it was colored in.

The American dream

Is my breath stretching over oceans trying so hard to not forget my homeland.

The American dream

Is me being black and poor in Virginia confused by the term Commonwealth.

The American dream

Is being born wrapped into a star spangled banner with a red hole in it.

The American dream

Is teaching in a school with more barricades than books

Building a wall where we’re all brick layers for the same idea.

But I’ve learned the price for having an ocean on your tongue

Because, even when you have all of your papers

The rock and hard place of a country that wants to cut you out

Will always win when it shoots.

This is the fruit of our founding fathers.

But after strawberry season we go President picking in November

It’s a distraction that makes it hard for the masses to remember

That the declaration of independence is dependent on race and gender

But we all breathe the same.

We must make dream catchers of our hands

Weaving our fingers like baskets of prayer

Our actions are the only way our dreams will live

Whether it’s poems, presidents, or pain

Being content is like taking naps in your own grave.

The American dream is struggling

The American struggle is dreaming

The struggling American dreams.

Understand

When the security is a lot more political than it is social

Who you are will always clash with whom a society beckons of you

Wishing for white picket flesh

While living with section 8 bones

On the wasteland of the free

Home of the braves

Hand over your heart

Like a small pox blanket

The American dream is institution

It is immigrant experience or

Experience immigration.

People are more concerned about my students being documented

Than they are about them being human.

From Arizona SB 1070 to New York Stop and Frisk

America show us your papers

Who documented your dreams?

Because the work of our hands

And how we decide to shape this world

Is the deciding difference between drowning or dreaming

And when we finally reach the surface

That

Will be

America’s

Greatest

Nightmare.

  

 

buttonpoetry:

Beltway Poetry Slam - “American Dream”

"Being content is like taking naps in your own grave."

G. Yamazawa, Pages Matam, Clint Smith & Roscoe Burnems, performing during semifinals at the 2014 National Poetry Slam. Subscribe to Button on YouTube!

astreana:

FUCK

BAHAHAHA

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heyitsaleesha:

Continuing with my “animals wearing clothes” theme…here is a cow wearing pajamas. I’m going to color these eventually.

heyitsaleesha:

Continuing with my “animals wearing clothes” theme…here is a cow wearing pajamas. I’m going to color these eventually.

heyitsaleesha:

Today’s monster for Inktober is STUDENT LOANS HOW TERRIFYING!!!!

heyitsaleesha:

Today’s monster for Inktober is STUDENT LOANS HOW TERRIFYING!!!!

If I should have a daughter…“Instead of “Mom”, she’s gonna call me “Point B.” Because that way, she knows that no matter what happens, at least she can always find her way to me. And I’m going to paint the solar system on the back of her hands so that she has to learn the entire universe before she can say “Oh, I know that like the back of my hand.”

She’s gonna learn that this life will hit you, hard, in the face, wait for you to get back up so it can kick you in the stomach. But getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air. There is hurt, here, that cannot be fixed by band-aids or poetry, so the first time she realizes that Wonder-woman isn’t coming, I’ll make sure she knows she doesn’t have to wear the cape all by herself. Because no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal. Believe me, I’ve tried.

And “Baby,” I’ll tell her “don’t keep your nose up in the air like that, I know that trick, you’re just smelling for smoke so you can follow the trail back to a burning house so you can find the boy who lost everything in the fire to see if you can save him. Or else, find the boy who lit the fire in the first place to see if you can change him.”

But I know that she will anyway, so instead I’ll always keep an extra supply of chocolate and rain boats nearby, ‘cause there is no heartbreak that chocolate can’t fix. Okay, there’s a few heartbreaks chocolate can’t fix. But that’s what the rain boots are for, because rain will wash away everything if you let it.

I want her to see the world through the underside of a glass bottom boat, to look through a magnifying glass at the galaxies that exist on the pin point of a human mind. Because that’s how my mom taught me. That there’ll be days like this, “There’ll be days like this my momma said” when you open your hands to catch and wind up with only blisters and bruises. When you step out of the phone booth and try to fly and the very people you wanna save are the ones standing on your cape. When your boots will fill with rain and you’ll be up to your knees in disappointment and those are the very days you have all the more reason to say “thank you,” ‘cause there is nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline no matter how many times it’s sent away.

You will put the “wind” in win some lose some, you will put the “star” in starting over and over, and no matter how many land mines erupt in a minute be sure your mind lands on the beauty of this funny place called life.

And yes, on a scale from one to over-trusting I am pretty damn naive but I want her to know that this world is made out of sugar. It can crumble so easily but don’t be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it.

“Baby,” I’ll tell her “remember your mama is a worrier but your papa is a warrior and you are the girl with small hands and big eyes who never stops asking for more.”

Remember that good things come in threes and so do bad things and always apologize when you’ve done something wrong but don’t you ever apologize for the way your eyes refuse to stop shining.

Your voice is small but don’t ever stop singing and when they finally hand you heartbreak, slip hatred and war under your doorstep and hand you hand-outs on street corners of cynicism and defeat, you tell them that they really ought to meet your mother.

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