should I feel like I have less time?
live on the clock
cry
for your kindness
can’t hide the sadness
I project into your eyes
your soft words
so cautiously
sound
Mortality
rings it’s bell
you stand watch
and softent the blow
shoud I live
as if I don’t have time
dreaming dreams
what I’ve been living of
Legendary Black women in film/television! Diahann Caroll (77), Cicely Tyson (79), Nichelle Nichols (80), Ruby Dee (90).
Some womens beauty just gets better with age. What beauty and sophistication!
Out the system
Lite projections and all
Transformation is the real
Not that man on the wall
If he’s telling the truth
Though tell me this
Why’d he have to go
And tell the white kids?
Love what is real
Where the Hamptons is
Niggas in the poorest
Saw this faux jesus shit
Forget about the slaves
Got my new selves growin
Drop the debt off
Forget what
The man wants you to do
Shake it up
Feel your heart
Let the goods come up
and break through!
New Selves.
The lover in me is dead
stopped rolling
when she started for
herself
why?
There is no passion alive
her body yearns for escape
her mind dreams vacation
even the word makes me wet
let me sleep in so
my pussy can open like a flower
you see what it does to me
rest like the sun
settle, revive.
she is sleeping until july
and when she wakes up
like a powerful storm
she may wash these things
away.
write a book
take a shower
do a documentary
reality show?
pizza
coffee
“title of a new essay”
write a movie
get a makeover
go to the gym
keep promises
business cards
website renewal
blog
morning pages
cry
make a list
write a memo
try again
quit your job
go to work
write a cv
sleep
dream,dream,dream
I wanna call you my spouse
and not have to be married
you are not my partner
but my family
someone I love
and can’t get away from
no matter how much you might
get on my nerves.
You are in my blood
no matter how far away you might
or how separate our agendas
not brother or cuz
but something more
like twin or shadow
“cloud floating in my blue sky”
you are a part of
my ecosystem
you root me
I run away
you’re there.
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exploiters have forever been showing off the work of others and getting praised for their good taste. What about the hand work of those who know how to put their heart and soul into it, and still look good?
That’s that back home asthetic. That pride build asthetic. That “I come from good people” asthetic. That’s that DIY back when we use phtases like “From Scratch” and “Hand Made” come out with some bad shit like “What, this? I whipped this doozy up last night while ya’ll were sleeping.”
Sewing machines used to be scary, ‘cause my mom told me her’s could sew my fingers right up. Now I’m mad at this wack shit, like in middle school when I designed my first dress.
I wanna build my asthetic up again. All I need is a sewing machine and a room, of my own.
I’m a Scholar, Not a Criminal: The Plight of Black Students at USC
Instead of studying for the last final of my undergraduate career, I am writing this letter in protest of the University of Southern California’s latest atrocity. Last night, students gathered at a house near campus to celebrate their completion of another rigorous school year. Many attendees were graduating seniors. Almost all attendees were minority students: African-American and Latino.
I did not attend last night’s party, but I could hear the helicopter circling from my dorm room over a mile away. When the Facebook posts and photos started appearing on my news feed around 2:30am, I had flashbacks to an era I wasn’t even alive to suffer through. I was too scared to go outside, legitimately fearing that an officer would see me and arrest me for being Black and inquisitive. I can only imagine how my peers felt when they saw over twenty LAPD patrol cars pull up and release 79 officers to end a peaceful, congratulatory party.
It is inexpressibly disheartening to hear fellow students recount horror stories of police brutality two weeks away from being among the first in my family to graduate from a four-year university. To know that my college degree holds no weight in the face of institutional racism and discrimination is sobering. Since the three most recent shootings, all triggered by non-USC affiliated Black males, that occurred on and around USC, there has been an increased presence of LAPD and other security forces around campus. Amid the tense racial climate that followed, I patiently endured the ignorant comments, racist blog posts and suspicious stares, but the intolerance has reached a new high. Six of my friends spent the night in jail.
To be clear, I do not have a problem with increased protection or security. Who’s to say that a shooting won’t occur at the next student party? It could happen, God forbid, and I understand why USC wants to be prepared. My issue lies within the selective surveillance of minority-hosted parties, as if crimes only happen among high concentrations of melanin. Hundreds of criminal offenses, including sexual harassment, rape and assault happen every Thursday night on Greek Row, a undeniably white establishment. Yet, the culprits of the Department of Public Safety Crime Reports distributed to USC students and faculty, seem to be strictly limited to Black and Latino males (6’2-6’5 in dark hoodies). These reports, together with the newly constructed, other-izing gates around campus, have instilled an unhealthy amount of fear in students, administrators and safety officials. We have been trained to double check for USC logos on the sweatshirts of minority males on and around this campus to make sure that they’re “one of us.” It doesn’t surprise me that LAPD has adopted the same attitude. For them, it has been this way for decades.
If the USC Department of Public Safety feels justified in allowing nearly a hundred police officers to shut down a minority attended party due to the fact that African-Americans were responsible for the recent shootings, we’re in for a bigger battle than most students bargained for when they decided to enroll here. That ideology reeks of racial profiling and associates the behavior of a few criminals with the entire Black student body, a comparison that makes my stomach turn. While LAPD is busy sending all of their manpower to harass the future of America’s leaders, the real trouble lies within my campus’ freshly painted fences.
USC should not be permitted to reap the benefits of diversity without facing its complexities. You can’t help the hood without loving it first. When USC’s founders decided to break ground in South Central instead of Malibu, it signed up for a difficult and delicate community partnership that needs to be revisited.
To me, protection means opening our gates even wider for at-risk youth who are in desperate need of positive role models, not locking them out after 9pm. I will feel safe on this campus when I see DPS officers negotiating with LAPD, pleading with them to let students of color party in peace. I will feel welcomed when I see a public statement from President Nikias acknowledging the discrimination and blatant racism that my people have had to endure since we were first admitted into this school. I will become a proud Trojan when the USC community finally grows to reflect and embrace its resilient surroundings.
To my peers, I am sorry that we have to dedicate hours that should be spent studying to defend our freedom of assembly. None of us have the time to write letters, plan meetings and rally against injustice, but we must. The next generation of brilliant Black students is depending on us to guarantee their right to a dignified college experience.
Ways to Act:
Sign this petition to help end racial profiling at USC: http://www.change.org/petitions/stop-racial-profiling-at-usc
Attend the Sit-In at Tommy Trojan on Monday, May 6 from 12-4pm
Attend the DPS & LAPD Campus Discussion on Tuesday, May 7 at 6pm in Annenberg 204
*Meet in front of Annenberg at 5:30pm to pray over the meeting.
no one would believe
the privacy of life
those unknowable events
fill days
which only to people
might
inaccurately record
make life
fully, what it is
mysteriously woven
intimacies.