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Natasha Coleman
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“more powerful than two Cleopatras;
bomb graffiti on the tomb of Nefertiti”-Lauryn Hill/L. Boogie
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“ i have a daughter/ mozambique
i have a son/ angola
our twins
salvador & johannesburg/ cannot speak
the same language
but we fight the same old men/ in the new worldwe are so hungry for the morning
we’re trying to feed our children the sun
but a long time ago/ we boarded ships/ locked in
depths of seas our spirits/ kisst the earth
on the atlantic side of nicaragua costa rica
our lips traced the edges of cuba puerto rico
charleston & savannah/ in haiti
we embraced &
made children of the new world
but old men spit on us/ shackled our limbs
but for a minute
our cries are the panama canal/ the yucatan
we poured thru more sea/ more ships/ to manila
ah ha we’re back again
everybody in manila awready speaks spanishthe old men sent for the archbishop of canterbury
“can whole continents be excommunicated?”
“what wd happen to the children?”
“wd their allegiance slip over the edge?”
“don’t worry bout lumumba/ don’t even think bout
ho chi minh/ the dead cant procreate”
so say the old men
but I have a daughter/ la habana
I have a son/ guyana
our twins
santiago & brixton/ cannot speak
the same language
yet we fight the same old menthe ones who think helicopters rhyme with hunger
who think patrol boats can confiscate a people
the ones whose dreams are full of none of our
children
the see mae west & harlow in whittled white cafes
near managua/ listening to primitive rhythms in
jungles near pétionville
with bejeweled benign nativess
ice skating in abidjan
unaware of the rest of us in chicago
all the dark urchins
rounding out the globe/ primitively whispering
the earth is not flat old menthere is no edge
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no end to the new world
cuz I have a daughter/ trinidad
I have a son/ san juan
our twins
capetown & palestine/ cannot speak the same
language/ but we fight the same old men
the same men who thought the earth waz flat
go on over the edge/ go on over the edge old men
you’ll see us in luanda, or the rest of us
in chicago
rounding out the morning/
we are feeding our children the sun— nzotake shange, bocas: a daughter’s geography. (via black-poetry)(via kingxnova)
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stay classy.
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when the one i wanted, did not want me.
I was almost rabid
for love.
Would’ve lunged at any thing
thrown my way
carcass, shadow, memory, promise
shell of a man.
I thought it was better
to be loved by a dead thing
than to be left alone.
Then I loved a dead thing
and was completely alone.
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Grafitti in Mohamed Mahmoud Street, Cairo, Egypt that reads:
“Beware when fighting monsters, lest you become one of them”
(via naledisibisi)
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“I don’t measure a woman’s strength by her ability to gracefully endure suffering.” -
Naledi Sibisi: the first time we said hello The first time we said, “Hello,”
it felt as though pterodactyls were flapping their wings against the corridors of my stomach.
That day, Cupid didn’t have an arrow large enough to hold a love this size,
so he hi-jacked a plane and flew it into my chest.You.
You make me want to jump off the…
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3.
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31 days.
that’s all it took.
that’s all it took for you to stroll into my world, unannounced, speaking enchanting words of love and lust and companionship and belonging…
that’s all it took for me to realize something was missing.
that’s all it took for me to realize you could give it to me.
that’s all it took for you to play me like a toy and then get bored of me.
that’s all it took for your words to feign honesty and only to placate my sadness.
that’s all it took for me to come to my senses and realize that what i want may not necessarily be what i deserve.
that’s all it took for me to learn that the things you did, and furthermore, the lack thereof, were not what i deserved.
that’s all it took for you and me to break my heart.
that’s all it took for you to tell me to stop sending you daily messages although i promised to.
that’s all it took for you to type two three letter words. ‘bye bye’
that’s all it took.
my heart, my hopes, my peace, my mental health, my joy, my belief in anyone loving me.
31 days.
that’s all it took.
