culturedsoul: <3 this woman
You inspire me to be the higher me, You make my desire pure.– Lauryn Hill (I Gotta Find Peace of Mind)
A guy walked up to me and recited this poem to be...
NATURAL SISTERS Mother of the Earth gliding from a distance with the physical semblances of royal empresses, There poise inputs a pause to breath as eyes of all that fall upon these natural actualities are held in virtual arrest. Sunflowers laced in a sundress as the sun kissed their colored flesh of disparate shades so picturesque. Earthly accessories lock at their wrists and at the nape of...
one woman are me: A poem By Assata Shakur →
onewomanareme: Left Overs- What Is Left After the bars and the gates and the degradation What is left? After the lock ins and the lock outs and the lock ups, What is left? I mean, after the chains that get entangled in the gray of one’s matter, After the bars that get stuck in the hearts…