theafrosistuh:

knowledgeequalsblackpower:

theuppitynegras:

methodistcoloringbook:

wut4:

motherjones:

We learned something new today. Er.
(via)

I guess I can’t run for public office.

how… how is this remotely constitutional 

How is that even legal?!

The people who say they’re tryin to uphold the Constitution haven’t read that part about freedom.

Wow. 

theafrosistuh:

knowledgeequalsblackpower:

theuppitynegras:

methodistcoloringbook:

wut4:

motherjones:

We learned something new today. Er.

(via)

I guess I can’t run for public office.

how… how is this remotely constitutional 

How is that even legal?!

The people who say they’re tryin to uphold the Constitution haven’t read that part about freedom.

Wow. 

queennubian:

Idris Elba reveals the story behind the name of his production company ‘Green Door’ [x]


O.O

(Source: oh-whiskers)

“Poetry is an intimate act. It’s about bringing forth something that’s inside you—whether it is a memory, a philosophical idea, a deep love for another person or for the world, or an apprehension of the spiritual. It’s about making something, in language, which can be transmitted to others—not as information, or polemic, but as irreducible art.”
Dorianne Laux, The Poet’s Companion: A Guide To The Pleasures Of Writing Poetry (via monamade)

theartofrebelutionarywar:

On the evening of Wednesday, August 11, 1965, Marquette Frye, a 21-year-old African American man, was pulled over by white California Highway Patrol motorcycle officer Lee Minikus on suspicion of driving while intoxicated. Minikus was convinced Frye was under the influence and radioed for his car to be impounded. Marquette’s brother Ronald, a passenger in the car, walked to their house nearby, bringing their mother back with him. Backup police officers arrived and attempted to arrest Frye by using physical force to subdue him. As the situation intensified, growing crowds of local residents watching the exchange began yelling and throwing objects at the police officers. Frye’s mother and brother fought with the officers and they were eventually arrested along with Marquette. After the Fryes’ arrests, the crowd continued to grow. Police came to the scene to break up the crowd a few times that night, but were attacked by rocks and concrete. Twenty-nine people were arrested

theartofrebelutionarywar:

On the evening of Wednesday, August 11, 1965, Marquette Frye, a 21-year-old African American man, was pulled over by white California Highway Patrol motorcycle officer Lee Minikus on suspicion of driving while intoxicated. Minikus was convinced Frye was under the influence and radioed for his car to be impounded. Marquette’s brother Ronald, a passenger in the car, walked to their house nearby, bringing their mother back with him. Backup police officers arrived and attempted to arrest Frye by using physical force to subdue him. As the situation intensified, growing crowds of local residents watching the exchange began yelling and throwing objects at the police officers. Frye’s mother and brother fought with the officers and they were eventually arrested along with Marquette. After the Fryes’ arrests, the crowd continued to grow. Police came to the scene to break up the crowd a few times that night, but were attacked by rocks and concrete. Twenty-nine people were arrested

(via queennubian)

amaalsaid:

“The truth is, in order to heal we need to tell our stories and have them witnessed…The story itself becomes a vessel that holds us up, that sustains, that allows us to order our jumbled experiences into meaning. As I told my stories of fear, awakening, struggle, and…
If I look at you and start praying

super-eklectic1:

that means that either:

1. I think you are so damn fine that I have to thank the Lord for your existence

or

2. I’m about to put my foot so far up yo ass that they gon have to convert yo mouth into a Famous Footwear. You gettin fucked up.

(via locksandglasses)

blankpagesandinvisibleink:

  not all poetry is written
 nor does every poet write, 
   my lover is a poet who
  turns skin to parchment
   and composes sonnets
          in the night. 

(via creativedreadhead)


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