Before I Go To Bed When a young African woman becomes too aware of her mortality
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Eternal Summer of the Black Feminist Mind. Divine Memory and the Laurie Carlos Oracle. Adriana Foreman made this beautiful video of one piece of that work, a circle called Divine Memory and the Laurie Carlos Oracle. Joseph McKenzie, Cynthia Brown.
Just enough to keep my hands full and for my family name to carry on. All genders represented because of what my life has taught me. The brothers to make men out of each other. And girls to ensure you never lose touch with the fairer things in life. To never become too callous a man. You can share this with a friend. NOT EVEN HALFWAY THERE YET. No matter your abilities, there will b.
I think this blog needs to be revived. Not for any large readership, but for myself. For the processing of my thoughts and feelings. Is life really like that in LA? I should try and watch Lovers and Friends. Maybe I was just one of those kids .
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The mind and all its sayings. The power of the mic. Saturday, October 5, 2013. Time had placed itself in her womb. She knew this through a dream that made her a song. A song that travelled between the past and future of womanhood. With each day a spiral formed on her belly. Perfect circles that mapped an ancient language of lost suns. She would hear love songs that rose up from ashes, from stones, from her ancestors. They would heal time, they would love her when she grew tired. She was singing her life.
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