Monday, January 12, 2015
#counternarrative
whiteness and Me
Thursday, December 18, 2014
Steal Kill and Destroy
The enemy doesn't have to take all of your stuff. The enemy takes just enough to get you in the habit of living with lack. The enemy normalizes abnormal behavior to the point you will self sabotage in order to get the lack you think you deserve. We have to make that which is abnormal, not ok. We have to make abnormal an insult to God. We have to make abnormal an insult to ourselves. We spend so much time giving the enemy credit for the destruction in our lives, credit he doesn't deserve. The enemy begins the process by telling us lies we swallow and inhale as the truth and then we say with our actions... Ok, thanks, I'll take it from here....
Highlighters
I wish you would
Read me with a pen in hand
Underline and highlight those parts of me that are good, that are hurting, that need attention. Instead of highlighting my flaws and mistakes. It's as though those mistakes are highlighted in multiple colors as to not forget, its a reminder of what you need to say as you are shutting me down. How about a breath and a pause, a moment to reflect before you react to my fears and insecurities with your highlighted and underlined note cards of who I used to be.
I...am...changing...
I am changing
Can you keep up with the new me?
Will my past ways of being dictate your current vision of who I am?
Perhaps it's hard to accept, but I want to be a better version of who I used to be. No pretense. No fear. No anger. No suspicion. No worries. Just trust. And love. And contentment. Don't want to roll the way I used to. Funny though that what I used to do and be is all you can see. Got that measuring stick out when I'm bad, can't seem to find it when I'm good. Selective memory of what it means to be a real woman with real purpose and real needs and real feelings. If I cant be what you want me to be then don't let me break your stride. Don't let me break your pride.
I shall not disrobe and remove my jewels from my crown to make it easier for you to carry.
I...AM...CHANGING. ..
Tuesday, December 9, 2014
#blacklivesmatter
#blacklivesmatter
We have become such a fad, that even our meaning has become a fad... #blacklivesmatter
We have to use a hash tag to remind people of our humanity, of our lives, of our worth
Like when we used to have to safety pin our gloves to our jackets so we wouldn't forget
We have to hash tag, and make flyers, and make t-shirts and burn some stuff down in order to keep the importance of our lives at least at the forefront of our own minds. (Most of y'all will miss that)
Let's break that down, we hash tag and tag and make shirts with visual meanings attached only so we can remind ourselves as we sit in the center of this oppressed world that MY #blacklife matters or does my #blacklifematter? Cause when have #blacklivesevermattered?
When was the last time you saw #whitelivesmatter ??
You haven't, you know why?
Because there is no reason to make that which is visible a hash tag.
You only make hash tags of those things you don't want people to forget...
Sooo, as a reminder to you good people.... #blacklivesmatter
In the Center
Meanwhile
you grapple you hesitate
meanwhile my sons die
you question and prepare
meanwhile my sons die
you pause and plan
meanwhile my sons die
you strategically wonder and pontificate
meanwhile my sons die
you are sad and paralyzed
meanwhile my sons die
you wait for others to do impatiently
meanwhile my sons die
you think and think and think and think
meanwhile my sons die
you feel and feel and feel for yourself
meanwhile my sons die
you create the illusion of righteous anger
meanwhile my sons die
you cry and whine and cry and whine
meanwhile my sons die
you mean well
meanwhile my sons die
you're nice
meanwhile my sons die
you take care of your own
meanwhile my sons die
you shake your head at injustice as you walk away
meanwhile my sons die
you go back to life as is
meanwhile my sons die
@tnas_44
12.9.2014
Monday, August 25, 2014
Justice
Saturday, July 12, 2014
YES...NO
Humanity
Believe
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Perspective
It can be a bully to vulnerability
and a coward to HOPE.
BLACK STAR KNOWLEDGE OF SELF
They do exist and are only as extinct as we raise them to be. Community, Think on That.