V(E)nessaIS

the rehearsal of sound.jazz/jazz men. basquiat. the night before the poem. the morning after.1998. my mothers eyes. my fathers character. mangoes.

The hours between 12am and 6am
have a funny habit of making you feel
like you’re either on top of the world,
or under it.

—Beau Taplin || the hours between.   (via exoticwild)

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theblacksophisticate:

'The Somebody-ness of Me.'

The late, great, brilliant Ruby Dee on Sundance Channel’s ‘Iconoclasts,’ with Alicia Keys.

"I - I - I - I say, I am somebody, somebody because you — YOU, you make me somebody, because you are part of —- because you, you share the (huh!) somebody-ness of me. See when you laugh, you make my lips a part of laughter. When you cry, tension pulls me from inside. When you are hungry, my food turns to poison — makes me burst! Bony fingers clutch my tongue when I know your thirst, because you are part of — because you share the — (huh!) the somebody-ness of me! You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, YOU — are at the other end of a steel spring of hate, so…so I cannot hate. When you know my love, my love will warm you, cleansing deep — so let me, let me take your hand…feel, feel your face…know your heartbeat, and all of your doubts, erased, because you are part of —- because you, you share the — (huh!) — the, the, the somebody-ness of me!”

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jessicaisgray:

"When I got into the music industry a majority of female artists I’d seen were trying to regurgitate an ideal of the female image. They were trying to be almost a replica of what was popular. I just found that to be very boring and dishonest. I just wanted to be in control of my clothes. I wanted that choice. That’s the only things that I’m saying. Women should not be marginalized. We shouldn’t play into the sexism." - Janelle Monae [x[

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postracialcomments:

aquafir:

postracialcomments:

The young lady that was shot in the head by a police officer is still waiting to be interviewed by the police department
Ferguson Police claimed that 4 to 5 Black males conducted a drive by which resulted in a White woman being shot in the head. (Here, Here, Here)
(they’ve edited the articles to take out the white part and that she was killed hehehe)
Residents knew it was BS. 
Turns out Mya was shot by a police officer. The department forced surgeons to take the bullet out and took the bullet for “Ballistics”
Over a week later, she still has yet to be contacted by the department
Do not let her story go ignored

I’m confused if she was killed how can she be interviewed.

They (the police) were saying she was killed. 
She is very much alive

postracialcomments:

aquafir:

postracialcomments:

The young lady that was shot in the head by a police officer is still waiting to be interviewed by the police department

Ferguson Police claimed that 4 to 5 Black males conducted a drive by which resulted in a White woman being shot in the head. (Here, Here, Here)

(they’ve edited the articles to take out the white part and that she was killed hehehe)

Residents knew it was BS. 

Turns out Mya was shot by a police officer. The department forced surgeons to take the bullet out and took the bullet for “Ballistics”

Over a week later, she still has yet to be contacted by the department

Do not let her story go ignored

I’m confused if she was killed how can she be interviewed.

They (the police) were saying she was killed. 

She is very much alive

(via justmihaywood)

the truth is always relevant.

alternate names for black boys
by Danez Smith


1. smoke above the burning bush
2. archnemesis of summer night
3. first son of soil
4. coal awaiting spark & wind
5. guilty until proven dead
6. oil heavy starlight
7. monster until proven ghost
8. gone
9. phoenix who forgets to un-ash
10. going, going, gone
11. gods of shovels & black veils
12. what once passed for kindling
13. fireworks at dawn
14. brilliant, shadow hued coral
15. (I thought to leave this blank
but who am I to name us nothing?)
16. prayer who learned to bite & sprint
17. a mother’s joy & clutched breath

As the world watched the tumultuous events in Ferguson, Mo., over the last week, a new hashtag was born: #IfTheyGunnedMeDown. The meme was photographic: what images would the media use if I died? But the question, at its heart, was one of naming.

Kid or criminal? Victim or threat? Brother, son, friend — or thug? One of us, or other?

Danez Smith grapples with the power of naming, and the powerlessness of being named, in this poem. Poetry Magazine tweeted it out earlier today, and I haven’t stopped thinking about it since.

— Camila

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