having a porch is awesome!
having a porch is awesome!
… but then i remembered having dinner with Sonia Sanchez.. and the things she told me about my words as we were saying good(bye).
Relax. No, celebrate. You were meant to be on this road you’re walking. And because others have walked it before, you can do so as well—if you do not give up.
What we all have in common is our desire to tell a well-crafted story. To create characters and worlds that stand the test of time—be it one month, five years, or a hundred. So do you. Tell your story."
"The best kiss is the one that has been exchanged a thousand times between the eyes before it reaches the lips."
There’s so much beautiful happening in my life right now… especially the people… beautiful people.
I’ve been wanting to eat and sleep… but I cannot stop writing poems. Not the kind of poems that carry you but the type that start to scream as soon as you put them down. My pen has become a colicy infant. All of my pens have become colicy infants.
Now is the loudest white noise has been.
I find it funny. How we prescribe colors to things we can’t see. Like white angels and black demons. I am so purple hungry. I am so turquoise tired. But I can’t stop writing.
I can’t stop being so gawddam clear.
"I really hope their parents aren’t racist"
The struggle of interracial dating. (via jayjsupremacy)
*waits for white people to make this about themselves by bringing up that one episode of Fresh Prince of Belair when Will’s mom didn’t want her sister to marry that white guy and cry their reverse racism tears*
One of my exes had a White father and a Japanese step-mother. You’d think they would have some damn empathy for me dating their son, but they would tease him all the time at home and call me out my name when I wasn’t around. That shit’s a terrible feeling.
Don’t eem get me started on this struggle.
Man…at least y’all made it that far. I haven’t even made it past the “I hope they aren’t fetishizing me” stage yet. I have yet to successfully date outside of my race without running into that brick wall.
Most likely, the parents are racist.
Twice, now, I’ve met families and been loved by those families.
Buuuut when their little boy decides he doesn’t wanna play anymore, they bring him in the house and act like they never knew me, despite me literally (and unintentionally) being the Magic Negro, literally changing lives with my love.
And the power dynamics of them being white and me being a Black woman make that a crushing feeling.
I know they’re racist in the way that ALL white people are racist, and that racism is something they have to actively work at unlearning, and I always felt that the families were doing what they needed to do in that regard.
Nobody’s ever said anything like this, but breakups with white men make me feel suddenly niggerized. Like, if I were white, they wouldn’t all be so suddenly cold.
Exactly. It’s like…when you’re not white and you break up with a white dude, everyone acts like all that time he was up on you never happened. Like it was just one of those “it doesn’t count” follies. His friends don’t know you, don’t even say TWO WORDS to you, his family acts like they’ve never even seen your like before.
That’s like the absolute worst feeling too. Feeling like a “it doesn’t actually count” mistake.
Being told I can never step foot in their house and how blacks are some of the worst people to date, its heart breaking
"I really hope their parents aren’t colorist."