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angelicsaggie · 10 months
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Signal Not Found
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Give me a sign
A signal
A rhyme
Anything to pass the time
Because I can’t get you out of my mind
Are you a lead character in my new chapter?
Or are you a filler that will break my heart out of character?
Not another ego death.
I can’t handle that stress.
I just hope we see eye to eye
Because I want you to be mine
But I also don’t
Because I am suffering more than you’d ever know
In fact, maybe it’s best if you leave me alone.
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You’re not crazy it’s just Cancer season
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sunshinewalks · 1 month
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"Gold is the money of Kings" - Norm Franz
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muskaanayesha · 1 year
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Peace be upon the daughter who helped her parents grow up. Accepted their cold shoulder, excused their anger, pardoned their mistakes, taught them how to be human. Peace be upon the sister who paid the price of rebellion. Screaming to her fullest, shaking like a leaf but standing tall, never letting the dictatorship go without a fight, paving the path for her siblings to breathe easier. Peace be upon the first child of an immigrant father. Aching to find their own purpose in life, firm in their own beliefs, contradicting generations and generations of cultural values. Peace be upon the girl who shouldered her mother's trauma. Swindled it into her own, morphed herself into an image of the womb she once resided in, immersed herself into troubles that weren't even hers, covered up scars that she couldn't even recognize. Peace be upon the woman who forgot who she was. So determined to be the savior of everyone, to fix her family, to nurture and love everyone around her. So deeply lost that she forgot she's just as worthy of love. Peace be upon you.
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moondusttown · 1 year
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modestaesthetics · 6 months
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thtgirlsmind · 1 month
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Instagram: @thtgirlsmind
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honeyknome · 1 year
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That’s the way love goes
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diana-andraste · 3 months
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A Word Made Flesh, Lesley Dill, 1994
Dill has said, “I think of words, and especially the poems of Emily Dickinson, for their embodiment of psychological states of despair and euphoria as metaphors for being, as a kind of spiritual armor, and intervening skin between ourselves and the world.” 
A Word Made Flesh, a series of four mixed-process prints literally transcribes the words of Dickinson onto a woman’s body. While the text is legible in Back and Throat, Dill has manipulated the language within the ghostly composition of Front to the point where only select phrases are visible: “ghastly” over the woman’s chest and “cares” (short for caress) over her stomach for example. In this series, word and image merge with forceful, yet disturbingly vulnerable, effect.
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iamneosoul · 7 days
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Not too hot i hope
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cocoabuttavasa · 8 months
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soul connections only 🫀
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kumsal-thingss · 6 months
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Sanmak insanı ziyan eder.
Konu ne olursa olsun...
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nandi4everokay · 3 months
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uwmspeccoll · 2 months
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International Women's Day
In celebration of Women’s History Month and International Women’s Day (March 8), we’re showcasing one of writer, educator, intersectional feminist, poet, civil rights activist, and former New York public school librarian Audre Lorde’s (1934–1992) early collections of poetry. From a Land Where Other People Live was published in 1973 by Detroit’s groundbreaking Broadside Press. This independent press was founded in 1965 by poet, University of Detroit librarian, and Detroit’s first poet laureate Dudley Randall (1914-2000) with the mission to publish the leading African American poetry of the time in a well-designed format that was also "accessible to the widest possible audience." A comprehensive catalog of Broadside Press’s impressive roster of artists (including Gwendolyn Brooks, Nikki Giovanni, and Alice Walker, to name a few), titled Broadside Authors and Artists: An Illustrated Biographical Directory, was published in 1974 by educator and fellow University of Detroit librarian Leaonead Pack Drain-Bailey (1906-1983).  
Lorde described herself in an interview with Callaloo Literary Journal in 1990 as “a Black, Lesbian, Feminist, warrior, poet, mother doing [her] work”. She dedicated her life to “confronting and addressing injustices of racism, sexism, classism, and homophobia.” From a Land Where Other People Live is a powerfully intimate expression of her personal struggles with identity and her deeply rooted critiques of social injustice. The work was nominated for the National Book Award for poetry in 1974, the same year that Broadside Press published New York Head Shop and Museum, another volume of Lorde’s poetry featured in our collection. You can find more information on her writings and on the organization inspired by her life and work by visiting The Audre Lorde Project.     
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-- Ana, Special Collections Graduate Fieldworker 
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littlemistressblog · 7 months
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Noia 😒😮‍💨💟
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modestaesthetics · 6 months
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“The Black Love Imprint” 🤎
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In the realm of love, a radiant hue,
Black hearts entwined, a bond so true.
A symphony of souls, harmonies rise,
Embracing the strength that love implies.
Within the nucleus, a sacred space,
The black family unit finds its grace.
Roots deeply planted, branches spread wide,
Nurturing love, where faith does reside.
Through trials endured, they stand as one,
Facing the storms until they are done.
Resilient spirits, unyielding and strong,
In unity they triumph, against all wrong.
Generations intertwined, wisdom shared,
Ancestors' stories, deeply cared.
Passing down the flame, a torch so bright,
Igniting the path with love's pure light.
Black love, a beacon in the night,
Guiding hearts, dispelling plight.
Through laughter and tears, they find their way,
Together they thrive, come what may.
In each tender touch, a healing balm,
Affirming the worth, a soothing psalm.
Celebrating beauty, melanin's embrace,
Love's tapestry woven with elegance and grace.
For in the medleys of life we find,
Black love's essence, power defined.
A testament to love's enduring art,
The black family unit, is a masterpiece from the heart.
— The Black Feminine Society (CEO)
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